“Did you hear that Correa held off an attack three times larger than itself?” I exclaimed, gesturing towards the seemingly unassuming village of Correa. “Now, Correa might seem quiet and unassuming, but it played a surprisingly significant role during Colombia’s fight for independence.” I paused, letting my words sink in. “You see, back in those tumultuous times, cities like Cartagena often resisted the authority of Bogotá, the colonial capital. They wanted a federal system, one where they had more control over their own affairs. Mompox, a city under Cartagena’s jurisdiction, was one such place. They declared complete independence from Spain in August 1810, a full three months before Cartagena.” A murmur rippled through the group as they absorbed this unexpected piece of history. “However, in a move that perfectly illustrates the fragmented nature of the independence movement, a force from Cartagena, actually brought Mompox back under control.” I let out a soft chuckle. “It seems even in the face of a common enemy, internal divisions ran deep. But that’s a story for another time. This, my friends, is about the spirit of defiance, the unwavering courage that seems to emanate from the very air we breathe here in Correa.”
Hotel Bellavista
Is it just me, or does this place exude a certain kind of magic? We’re standing before Hotel Bellavista, a