“Did the indigenous people abandon Cartagena before the Spaniards arrived?” a curious voice piped up from the back of the group. We’re here in Libertad, a small village that whispers tales of a time long before the Spanish set foot on these shores. It’s hard to imagine, standing here with the sun warming our skin, that this place was once home to diverse indigenous groups. They thrived here, living in harmony with the land, until whispers of gold drew the conquistadors like moths to a flame. The allure of riches sparked a fever, and many flocked to Cartagena, transforming a humble village into a bustling city. But for the indigenous people who had called this land home for generations, the arrival of the Spanish marked a dramatic shift. They were displaced, their culture forever altered. These whispers of the past echo in Libertad, a reminder of the deep history embedded in this land.
Hotel Bellavista
Is it just me, or does this place exude a certain kind of magic? We’re standing before Hotel Bellavista, a