And so it is... I am discovering my own city. I was born and lived here until the age of 13, and after that have spent practically every summer in its "cool" places. I usually club in wherever people are going, chill at country clubs and enjoy nice expensive restaurants. This is the life that I left here, of the city's elite and my bubbled-in friends (they are bubbled, yet still so amazing... how does that happen?) and recently I've been venturing a little bit out of my bubble.
I spent the weekend in a pretty cool house in the middle of Bogota's downtown, the old part of the city, with it's antique houses and universities, the great restaurants and random people. It is sad that I needed the help of foreigners to show me this city again, but usually an unaccustomed eye can see more beauty than the usual one.
I don't think I will describe it more, because I am not the best at doing this. For those of you who speak the beautiful Spanish tongue, this is for you. For those of you who don't, this is the one you need to read. Come visit.. trust me. I have met people from all over the world, yes, including Americans, living in this part of town... and oh, do they love it.
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