Wind in my Face

This is a recorded version of a piece of writing from my 10th grade year. Bellow you will find the printed one. Sorry for the sound quality!

Wind in my Face

 

After the all-day trip to Cholon, my friends and I were the shade of lobster; neon red. Cholon is part of the Islas del Rosario, about one hour away from Cartagena in a boat. One of my best friends, Sarah Leyva, decided to celebrate her birthday in Cartagena during a weekend so seven other friends and I went to the trip. There were many memorable moments but the anecdotes I have of that day in Cholon are very valuable.  

Sunday, our second day in Cartagena, we had a trip to an island planned. We woke up at 8 in the morning and one hour later, all nine of us were sitting inside a boat with the wind on our hair and the sun welcoming us by shining on our pale milk-color skins (very common for all girls who live in Bogota). Many of us, including myself, were still extremely tired from the night before. We had only slept for 4 hours and yet here we were, sailing “somewhere in the sea”, (that was the name of the location I found when I searched in my phone). We were laughing and singing so before we knew, we had already arrived there.  

The local people of the island were waiting for us. They had a picnic table and sea food all settled. After endless tanning sessions, swimming in the light blue ocean, walking across the island, playing with some kids, having lunch by the ocean side, and laughing and gossiping, it was finally time to go. We boarded the boat for the second time that day, this time to return to Cartagena to the apartment where we were staying. The original plan was to arrive, take a bath, go for ice cream, return to the apartment to get ready for the night, have dinner in Ciudad Vieja, and then party. But this plan didn’t start out so good for me.  

On the way back, there was a very strong wind that went directly on our faces. I instantly loved the way it felt on my face when my hair was flying all over the place. I felt like a mermaid! Or even like the woman from Titanic when she is at the deck! Unfortunately, my happiness and feeling sexy lasted only until I took a shower and started brushing my hair to realize it was all tangled in terrible knots.  

I can’t even start to describe how much it hurt to untangle my hair. I lost one hour of my life in which I used all the possible creams and brushes on my hair. I can’t say I accomplished the untangling of my hair because I didn’t. Well, not exactly. In middle of tears of desperation, I decided there was no way to fix my hair other than cutting the knots. This decision was made 50 minutes after I had started. All my friends had already left for ice cream except for Mariana and Carolina who decided to stay behind and wait for me. I am sure it was my tears that made them compassionate. Or maybe they just wanted their brushes back. I’m not sure.  

When we arrived at the ice cream local, I had in my hands the pieces of hair I had recently lost. The amount was so shocking that I carried it all the way in the cab and to where the rest of my friends were just to show them. No one really payed that much attention. They still laugh at me when I remember the pieces of hair I lost that Sunday night after Cholon. RIP hair.