World Travel, Colombia, Medellin,

World Travel, Colombia, Medellin, Colombia, Medellin
Koreans sometimes came into the hostel. There were couples, and there were men and women
who went alone. They often gathered together to eat Korean food and go to cafes to chat. It
was more pleasant to have fewer Koreans than other destinations. Above all, they were all
long-term travelers, so there was much to share. It was people who knew how to rest without
doing it in Medellin.
Among them, I became close to my younger brother, D. As a man traveling alone, I could
understand each other well. At the same time, people who knew each other overlapped, and
intimacy increased by using the same room. He once teased me. One late morning, someone
knocked. I just woke up and lay in bed. When we replied, Sair opened the door and entered.
She greeted me and came to me lying down. Then I'm trying to kiss my cheek. When I was
amazed and asked what she was doing, she said hello. Colombia says it does. No, I know, but
it's rubbing the ball. It wasn't the cheek, but the lips were close. It was a bit excessive for
greeting. D is my brother, and he kept making fun of me. I don't know what this is.
It was because I stayed in Medejin for a long time, and an unexpected encounter continued. A
friend sent me a message through social media knowing that I was in Medellin. It was Joey, a
Canadian who met at the Mexico City hostel. He, who works for advertising, was also a long

Korea was good, and there were some Korean friends in Canada. How can I not open my heart
to this close friend? In the evening, he followed his lodging. He had a good and cheerful time
with his friends. Due to each other's schedule, there seemed to be nothing to face again in
South America, but I hoped to meet again someday and cheered on the journey forward.
On one occasion, a friend came to my eyes while on Facebook. It was the first name I saw.
When did you make friends? In my memory, I have never applied or received. There was
something more eye-catching than the name. This was where this friend lived. Isn't it
mezzeine? I talked to them and talked. He himself has never applied for a friend. It was just
amazing. When asked if you would like to live in Medellin, it is not exactly Medellin, but a
small town about an hour away from Medellin. It was the first name I ever heard. Yes, I have to
go to this place. More than anyone else, I wanted to go as a traveler who enjoys chance and
improvisation. She also welcomed me as a traveler and asked me to come and play. A few
days later I met her. I was younger than I thought. He said he was a high school student. I was
fluent in English, and it was the best Colombian I have ever met. E was shy and introduced the
neighborhood. It was actually a small Colombian village. Restaurants, cafes, clothing stores, etc.
were mostly needed, but they were all small and modest. It was more fun to communicate
with local friends than to see the neighborhood. When I met again a few days later, I could
get a glimpse of E's daily life. She says that she speaks English best in school, and she tutors
her classmates. As it was extracurricular time, I asked my friend for patience and I went into my
friend's house. Both E's friend and her friend's mother were shy to see a stranger. I was
breathing as hard as I could, but my friend read English and quickly looked over at me and
covered his face. As the class progressed, the student's mother said that it was a snack and
served bread. My mom's heart, hoping for a good child, was quickly warmed by the bread. All
mothers are the same. At the end of the class, a friend's friend and a neighbor's aunt came to
play and the class ended. People who came came to me with curious eyes. Then it turned out
that there were very few travelers in this town. So how strange it was. I tried to communicate
by writing as much Spanish as I could.
Then I walked with E. I talked about my itinerary. He said he was leaving Medecine soon. The

I was excited about the improvisational plan, but most of all, I liked it most as a friend's
relative's house. There would have been no more chance to feel Colombia better than this.
Yes, let's go!
Medejin Korean Restaurant.
It wasn't long before he opened

Medejin had many good cafes.

A small village thanks to a friend of Pebuk.
El Carmen de Vibora

Friend's house.

When you are ashamed.

good people.

The bread my mom gave me.

Friends of friends who came to play.
Answer 1988 came to mind

Medellin again
Neighborhood bookstore.

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