If traveling throuhout Latin America wasn’t enough to scare some loved ones, the thought of me staying with strangers pushed them over the edge.
While Couchsurfing is a practiced phenomenon amongst backpackers, it appears a bit dodgy to the rest of the world.
I attempted to Couchsurf in Central America but plans often fell through at the last minute and I put Couchsurfing on the back burner.
But after meeting many of the Couchsurfing group in Cali and having such a wonderful time with locals I decided to try it again – this time in Medellin.
As soon as I saw Jesus (aka Chucho) and Ana’s profile I knew they would be perfect. They had glowing references from many people and some first time Couchsurfers.
The first night Chucho took me out on a walking tour of the city including a cable car ride through to the top of the city for a great sunset.
Instead of going for traditional Colombian food, we went for dinner at an amazing pizza place, run by Italians, and I knew we’d be friends when he asked if I minded prosciutto on the pizza.
We talked about Medellin, traveling and our lives over this porky deliciousness that I had been deprived of for the last six months.
With my own room and a key to the apartment I was free to come and go but I often stayed close as they welcomed me in their home and kept feeding me.
After cooking a traditional breakfast, Chucho made a feast for lunch of parmesan salad cups and salmon with bacon flavoured bechamel sauce.
There is no doubt that we were best friends in another life.
Our last night we tried to take a photo but for some reason I can only get my camera to time 2 seconds instead of 10.
But their kind spirit shined in the hilarity of trying to take this photo.