Almost a year a go, Mike and I went on the most wonderful trip from Colombia to Panama via the San Blas islands. As such, we got reminiscing on the bus to work on this cold, dreary day in Vienna. Now that I’m nearly 6 months pregnant, we couldn’t fail to notice how much has happened in a year and whilst we are ridiculously excited about welcoming a baby girl in to our little family, we couldn’t help feeling a little sad that we wouldn’t be able to jump on a plane to South America and sleep on a sailing boat with a bunch of young things and drink rum at 11 o’clock in the morning!
So, I’m not going to lie, getting to Cartagena, Colombia was a bitch. I’m sure there must have been more direct flights but now that we’re on an Austrian teaching salary with almost 50% tax to pay each month, we must have gone for the cheaper option rather than ease! Still, we rocked up at our hostel that Mike had booked and drank Corona to get us through the evening so that we would wake at a normal time. I felt a little old as twenty-somethings frolicked in a small swimming pool with heady music blaring out around the courtyard. We sat on funky luminous chairs and cringed at our pasty bodies that were about to taste the strong Colombian sun.