Okay, this is one of my favorite cities. My favorite so far in Spain. And I have an embarrassing revelation. We were here several years ago on a cruise. We stopped in Lisbon and I fell in love and knew we had to come back. I have one special memory of sitting on a beautifully tiled street, sipping hot chocolate and having one of those supremely happy moments. We walked right off the boat and into this spot of heaven. When we went to Lisbon, I hiked all over the place trying to find that spot – to no avail.
Now I know why. It was in Cartagena and not Lisbon! I had liked both cities so much that I blended them together and made the perfect paradise. I was thrilled to find the spot of my memories and really shocked that I was in the wrong city. Geez.
Yesterday was marred by my self-induced pity party. George felt badly about it, and I felt lousy that I had made him feel bad. He cannot help it and is trying his best to enjoy, and let me enjoy, this trip. I determined to be a better person. I didn’t know it, but he didn’t take his new medication that fatigues him so much. He wanted to have more energy for me. And it did work, so we had a super nice day, but I felt bad when he told me later.
The world’s cheapest Hop It Again Bus is in Cartagena. It only costs 6 Euros. That’s because there is no place to hop off. They only make one stop, and it is one block before the place we got on. But it is a nice 40 minute ride, and we enjoyed it. The streets have trees and the buildings are covered with fancy iron balconies.
I admit to being emotionally affected by the amphitheater. Standing on the stage and knowing that 2,000 years ago, the theatre was filled with thousands of residents, watching a performance. There wasn’t a chance in the world there was a woman on stage, but none the less, the sense of history surrounded me. Did anyone in the audience think that a woman from a continent unknown would be standing on the stage 2,000 years into the future? A bit embarrassed, my eyes got teary as I thought of the history of this site. And I am lucky enough to share a piece of it.
The weather was perfect, in the high 70’s. The sun was shining, my mood was better and George actually went to some things with me. We strolled the streets, drank the best hot chocolate in the world, and had a great lunch. Big salad for me and George had paella, which is the national dish around here. He loved it.
In the States, we always have this controversy about when to display Christmas decorations and start selling all the commercial stuff. Not so in Spain. They unapologetically start decorating the day after Halloween. November 1st is the official start of the Yuletide. As a person who could celebrate Christmas year round, this makes perfect sense to me.
If you know me, you know I have an unabashed enthusiasm for the Dollar Store. I do love cheap junk. My cart loaded, I will find a use for it somewhere, some day. And I found the Spanish equivalent in Cartagena! Another reason to love this city. Not only is it filled with Christmas decorations and a huge mishmash of useless items, but a large section of the store floor is glass, and showcases the Roman foundations of ancient buildings and streets below. Oh my goodness, two of my favorite things in one spot. Useless junk and priceless Roman history. It cannot possibly get better. George knew he had lost me, so he found a spot to sit and read his book.
Just in case your are interested in buying a home in Cartagena, this is an advertisement from a local realtor:
Some days are so good. There just aren’t words….