We had been in Cartagena for 9 days. We had been on the road for 11 months. We had three days left before heading home and we had absolutely not one drop of energy in us to do anything. But we had to do something. Cartagena is too great of a place to just sit inside surfing the internet in the air conditioning all day, even if the midday sun does feel like it is sucking every last bit of moisture from your insides while roasting your skin to a crisp like the finest bacon.
We read a post someone wrote about playing in a Sunday street baseball league, and going on the vaguest information we could glean from her photograph about where it might be, we set out to try to find it. And somehow we walked directly to it, without even stopping to ask. We found it, we found a seat on the old city wall, a blessed cloud appeared to shield us from the worst of the sun, and we watched.
It took us a while to figure out some of the unique rules of this game. Any ball that was fouled over the roofs of the houses behind was an automatic out, as was any ball that went over the wall. That’s one way to keep from losing balls into the bay behind the wall.
This post is part of Instagram Travel Thursday, a linked set of posts about travel started by Katja Presnal of Skimbaco Lifestyle. Go visit some of the other links there!