Medellin, home of Pable Escobar's coke trade, and of the current right-wing, hard line, FARK busting president.
Escobar's mark is still left on this city, he was defacto governer, he built houses and owned clubs, and died in a hail of gunfire running across the roofs of houses here... there's a picture by a famous Medellin artist, who's statues decorate the plazas, of Escobar falling, larger than life, like King Kong, from the roofs of Medellin... You can visit his grave on the outskirts of town, and of course all the 18 year olds take C up there and do a line of his grave.... (that particular tourist attraction doesn't do it for me).
Medellin is nestled in a valley surrounded by green mountains, and at night the lights from the towns on the slopes of the mountains sparkle like stars.
Medellin, home of some incredibly friendly people: I've had people chat to me in plazas, help me out of nowhere using pay phones, practice their English with me, let me practice my Spanglish...
Medellin, with a great metro train that becomes an L train in the centre, offering great views from the clean, quiet and safe train lines. Part of it is a cable car, so for a dollar you can travel up the mountain for a great view of the city, from one of the poorer burbs.
Medellin, with one of the nicest Spanish accents I've heard, with elongated As that sound like notes being sung a little flat, claro = claaaro, facile = faaacile....
Medellin, a place I could definitely live.
*sighs*
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