Monday is the best day to leave. Even though there's yoga at 12:30, salsa class isn't until 8, so you've got enough time to get away before the gravity reverses itself & pulls you back in.
The girls, Melissa & Jo (Halifax), are already probably on the Nothern coast drinking on the beach. After being there leaning on 3 weeks, they finally worked up the will to leave. Surely they are coming back with a vengeance. (According to Facebook.)
The new crowd at Jovita's Hostel in Cali are probably out at Las Brisas on the outskirts of town, the hot ticket for Monday night salsa. Taxi-ing & sweating, sweating. Dancing shoes. Last Monday I was talked into going, but thought I might be around for the next one. Monday's always the best day to leave.
I'm standing in a pasture among some hills. The clouds are shimmering with lightning & teasing me with rain. It's nighttime. Relishing the wind & the rain coming out of the sexy tropical heat of Valle de Cauca. Getting back out on the road makes me smile. The road is long & beautiful.
Guillermo & Diego ->Tulua
Jorge ->Santa Rosa
Santa Rosa's small town feel lets me breathe deep like I've been at a suffocating altitude. There's something relieving about being alone. After spending so much time around people, there's alot of nudity happening. Whenever I stay at a hotel I always plan to make them regret convincing me to stay. I end up doing things like taking the mirrors off the walls, plugging up the sink with towels, staying up all night & cutting my hair.