Day 9 Medellin, Colombia

You see my shoesAnd now you don't. The people below played a cruel joke on me. They told me that my shoes were stolen and that I had to walk home. I did not believe them at first. All I kept thinking was, I am wearing my tan top and white pair of jean shorts and no shoes. WHO is giving me a piggy ride on their backs. How can this be?

Here are the suspects. If you ever see these people don not believe anything they say. Expect me (Shirley)

Me (Shirley) and Cousin, Orlando.
Here is where they bought the liquor.


Me (Shirley) and cousin Katherine. Taking a shot.Friend (Lady) taking a picture with one of the riders
Me (Shirley) taking a picture with the same guy that volunteered to take a picture out of no where.
A beautiful horse with a beautiful lady.
Lady could not resit to take a picture of that guy. She had the hots for him.
Riders getting ready to marsh down to the parade. A stop over in front of my grandmother's house.
Buying fruits from the balcony. We throw the money down and they throw the fruits up.
I video taped this.


Saturday, August 1, 2009

I received my parcel of jeans from the supplier to bring back to Canada with me.
The ten pairs of jeans, I ordered.
I set a time at my Grandmother's house for anyone to visit me from 9am to 1:30 pm.
to say my good-byes and to packed my luggage. Yeah, right. I left packing to the every last minute.
What mistake.

Later on that night, I was invited to go out with a few family members to the first day of event called Feria de las Flores.
It's a huge event and it last for about a week long. Everyday is a party and the parties start as early as the first day of the event, early morning. The party started during the day at the pubs with the music full blast.

I can only tell you about the first day of the Feria de las Flores.
The next day, I was heading to back to Toronto. What a big mistake to party the night before.

It was such a beautiful event. It starts off at a spot where people can watch the owners riding their horses. That last for hours and then the party continued to another location where the night never ended. There was not even space to sit down your ass on the grass.
I am not much of a drinker, had a few shoots of Colombian Aguardienete with less sugar. It was pretty tasty.
We headed back home about 12am and then started packing. Fell asleep about one hour before I had to wake up. I had to be at the airport at by 4:30am. My driver had also spent the night at the festival and got home an hour before departing to the airport.

I was so tried that I almost could not wake up.
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