The salsa they dance in Cali is incredible. I fought it initially but it is the best I´ve ever seen. We decided to finally put our moves to the test and found that the different styles were difficult to mix. The night club was so packed you could barely move, everyone sang along with each song, and when you finally had the space to really impress people your follower would back lead you into chaos. Haha, actually once we figured out who could follow and who couldn´t the night became much better. It quickly became a night that was never ending, once 3am rolled around everyone had to leave, but there was a new location where the party didn't stop until 6am. This land of noise and laughter was called Menga, the clubs were nice and settled on Reggaeton more than anything else. Unfortuneately, I was overly exhausted to truely enjoy 5am partying and I called it quits before I could see the sunrise at 630am. Keith did America proud as he continued and I heard him storm in at 9am.
We realized that night that what was more fun and memorable than being out late dancing, was the people we met along the way in Cali. These new found friendships are so beautiful that you wish you could freeze time and live in these moments forever. Ultimately, your time is fleeting and you wish you had more time than you did. We did, too.
So we decided to move our flight back an extra day so we could stay in Cali for Colombia´s independence day and we were glad we did. We will miss you Cali. Plan to see you next year!
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