It's so calm up here. On the terrace, with the christmas lights on. There're orange streetlights spread over the hills in front of me & the MetroCables are always swaying. Under a tin roof, this is the place to be. Perfect, everything is perfect perfect.
Today was weird for the normal weather, but beautiful. Instead of raining all afternoon & evening, it rained in the morning & that was all. Damn, I was just getting used to it & scheduling around it. Kelvin & I live on the roof. I'm even getting used to sleeping on a mat on the ground & the rain on the roof cradling me to sleep.
Downstairs isn't as calm as here, with 6 housemates. Someone's always awake or sleeping, playing music, cooking or playing music. The terrace is calm, with a suggestive hammock spread out in front of me.
It's a funny thing. The past couple months I've asked people what their definitions are of living somewhere. Some people say if you pay rent, have a job, a relationship, have something to keep you rooted there, if you recieve mail, or an amount of time, minimum of 6 months to a year. To me, I was living in Sayulita for 7 weeks last year, but didn't have any of those. I don't think I've really figured out what my definition is yet.
It's a non-conventional way of travelling, or some might call it living. I am super aware that most of what makes a place great are it's people. When it comes to Colombia, they've all been great. I've been here 5 days & no one's been less than super nice to me, as is their reputation, or at least the one that I'm aware of.
Yesterday while it was storming outside, Kelvin, Aleja & I made homemade peanut butter. Later Amu, K & I played Settlers of Catan in both Spanish & German & ate waffles on the terrace. Alex & Alejo are playing with some new recording software they bought the other day & Alex taught me some latin beats on the drums. Anna, K & I are going to see a guitarist from Buena Vista Social Club Friday. Aleja & I have quite a bit in common, & we walk the dog, Mona, while chatting in Spanish. Adrianna comes by for work & together we practice vocabulary & communicating.
Kelvin & I met at the end of his journey from Antarctica to the Arctic when he drove me across Canada & for which I had to do ~350 pushups on camera. In those 2 weeks, I met almost every main character in his life, at least in the past couple of years. Every once & awhile I'll remember a quirk or story from last year. Like how he's kind of a health nut & while playing Settlers of Catan it became obvious that he was the one who once played a 19 hour game of Axis & Allies that ended in a draw. He's cheering for Vancouver in the playoffs. All hell's going to break loose when they play Boston in the finals.
I love racing the traffic on a bike, the amazing ease of going up/downhill, & swimming in the sun. Eating amazing new fruits everyday! Grenadillos are like a combination of an orange & a pomegranate, & really fun to eat. Zapotes are kind of like a pumpkin when you open them & sweet, not too sweet. Unripe mango has the same texture of a big raw potato, except it's sour. Colombians eat it with salt or vinager.
When I arrived here, I struggled at my own pace, trying to find my way. I don't really know where I'm headed, or what I'm doing. There is something new to do every night. But in Medellin, a city of 2.5 million, it doesn't seem that big. It's calm.
This is a good place to be inbetween. I'm finding it on my own.