I could not have ended my trip in a place better than Cartagena. Although my visit started off on a precarious foot (bus driver took me to get off on the wrong stop and I ended up walking 1 hour with all my bags in 90+ degree weather). I ended up having a fabulous time. From visiting private islands avoiding the ever present temptation to burn my skin to a nice red crisp, to partying on the rooftops with my new found friends Cartagena kissed me with soft south american lips before sending me back to the ever green state of Washington and the ever demanding state of adulthood. Louisiana here I come.