In July I spent a week on vacation in Colombia. Most of that time
was spent in or near a city (pop. 200K) called Popayan. Prior to the trip whenever I
informed Colombians (mostly from Bogota)
about the destination they uniformly asked incredulously, "Why?”
It's common for Latin Americans to invite a new friend to visit them
wherever they may live. It's genuine but also understood that it will
likely never happen. Two years ago I met a couple that invited me
there. They referred to Popayan
with a smirk, suggesting a slight inferiority complex but also perhaps some
pride. As time passed I got to see more of Colombia and was looking for
somewhere new to go. From what I could see it looked like an ideal
place; Spanish colonial architecture, history, museums, food, a national
park and other attractions nearby. Curiously most of the people I spoke
with about Popayan
had never been there.
My friends were surprised but pleased when I informed them in May of my
upcoming visit. And I was just starting to learn what hospitality,
Colombian-style was all about.
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