Epic Trip Part Six: Cartagena
On Saturday, October 29, a very fine tortoise made its way to our cabin. I was delighted. We were to encounter tortoises again during the Epic Trip, but I'm getting WAY ahead of myself!
We docked at Cartagena (kar-ta-HAY-na), Spain, and Himself went out on an excursion, while I wandered around in the town.
When we travel, we have a firm policy that neither of us should not do something we want because the other isn't interested; similarly, no one has to do something he or she doesn't want to do, simply to accommodate the other. This has worked well. A side benefit is that it gives us good subject matter for when we reconnect.
Cartagena was a nice enough town. You may have noticed that I have a propensity to take pictures of windows and French balconies (as well as flower boxes on the walls), and this port provided some nice specimens.
Now might be a good time to talk about a somewhat irreverent commentary on churches. In Europe, we find that church steps were a preferred working location for people seeking alms. Makes sense. A couple of years ago, in Rome, we approached
Santo Domingo in Cartagena was a fine little one-beggar church. There was another church, a rare two-beggar one, further up the main road, but there was an entrance fee, and I demurred.
The National Museum of Underwater Archaeology was not far at all and it was a wonderful place! All the while we were there, I thought of our daughter, who loves archaeology, and how she would like to visit this museum.
I confess that in my hurry to get to the museum before closing time, I left without my camera and these photographs are from the web.
Comments
Those tiny balconies puzzle me. Do they ever go out and stand on them (to watch parades, maybe)?
I would have loved that museum.
Hugs!