#Tayrona

[ancientorigins]

The Lost City of Ciudad Perdida is hidden away on Colombia’s most perilous mountain range. Archaeologists have spent decades risking their lives to explore it.

#archaeology #lost city #Colombia #Sierra Nevada #Tayrona #Ciudad Perdida #gold #ancient #history #ancient origins

[diminutoatelierambulante]

#CaboSanJuan #Tayrona #pnnt #wanderlust #travel life #travel #kl2024

[woodsfae]

My partner wrote this poem for me on my birthday and it makes me so soft every time I read it.

the white mule walking by himself beside the plantain fields on a long road  purposeful rendered jovial by his gait in my mind  as we passed on the bus I’d of liked to meet him to step outside of our bodies into a common sunset

or the thunderstorm filling carrera 9 with water that came up over the knee

in tayrona the bird song stopping us like a spell  frozen in what  must have been a long conversation  between flutes and birds

and then the howlers clambering through the trees overhead  slowly  living  beautiful 

the people here say this is the heart of the world and you hear the singing in the gait of the mule in hum of the water from the birds from the trees the huff of the howler monkeys so far from sight you have  no way to know they are not ghosts deep in the trees and your heart steps outside again beats in step with the world again

#poem #poetry #colombia #bogota #tayrona #la gujira #woodsfae

[aeternum-t]

Y si caminamos entre bosques toda la vida ?

#colombia #bogotá #tayrona #photography #travel #hot #body #boy #tattoos #beachstyle #forest #viajes #Spotify

[snaiderrojas]

#Collide #tumblr #snaiderrojas #art #artist on tumblr #amazing #menfashion #tayrona #cape #capesanjuan #SantaMarta #colombiano #Colombia

[nomellamojavier1]

Brisa en el Tayrona. . . . . . . . . . . . 📸 Galaxy A52 #VSCO #Vscocam #Igers #PicOfTheDay #Colombia #IgColombia #Tayrona #TBT #Traveler #Backpackers #Landscape #Nature #Beach #Sealife #GalaxyA52 (en Playa 7 Olas-Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5MwmuvrpM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#vsco #vscocam #igers #picoftheday #colombia #igcolombia #tayrona #tbt #traveler #backpackers #landscape #nature #beach #sealife #galaxya52

[camilojoc]

#colombia #guajira #santamarta #tayrona #palomino #beachvibes

[juanjoser]

#tayrona #colombia

[paddle-boarding-colombia]

#paddleboarding #colombia #santamarta #standuppaddle #tayrona #paddleboard #stand_up_paddle #paddle boarding #sup #standupsup #Instagram

[otachi13]

Cerámica Tayrona #arqueología #archaeology #arqueologiacolombiana #tayrona #igerscolombia https://www.instagram.com/p/CpAXELzgN4u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#arqueología #archaeology #arqueologiacolombiana #tayrona #igerscolombia

[diegocorzo]

#Tayrona #santa marta #colombia #paradise #cat

[diminutoatelierambulante]

#parque tayrona #tayrona #magdalena #wanderlust #travel life #travel #road trip #road travel #colombia

[redjoselo]

November 2023. Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona

#colombia #tayrona #tayronapark #beach #viajero hostal

[cienciasnacionales]

Teyuna, la ciudad perdida en el corazón de la selva colombiana

Escondida en una de las montañas más altas del mundo se encuentra la ciudad donde se cree tienen orígenes todos los pueblos de la Tierra. Teyuna o la Ciudad Perdida, es un mítico yacimiento arqueológico construido alrededor del siglo VIII de nuestra era por los Tayrona. Un antiguo pueblo indígena que habitaba en los departamentos colombianos de Magdalena, Guajira y Cesar, en las faldas de la…

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#Ciudad Perdida #Colombia #Tayrona #Teyuna

[nomellamojavier1]

. . . . . . . . . 📸 Galaxy A51 #VSCO #Vscocam #Igers #PicOfTheDay #TBT #Portrait #Beach #Traveler #Backpacker #Tayrona #Colombia #IgColombia #Galaxy (en Punta Castillete) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeB804XFxZ7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#vsco #vscocam #igers #picoftheday #tbt #portrait #beach #traveler #backpacker #tayrona #colombia #igcolombia #galaxy

[isotextures]

There is a reason that Colombia is the birthplace of magical realism.

At first it’s obvious; the way that in the span of just an hour, the hot, dusty chaos of a coastal port city will wash away into flooded swamps that seem to run on and on and on forever. You blink once and all of a sudden a mountain soars out of that same swamp, so high that its peak disappears into the only clouds in the sky for miles. And just on the other side of that mountain –– only 30 minutes from where you are now –– lies a beautiful white-sand beach, laced with magnificent swaying palms and smooth, dark boulders. And you’re witnessing all of this from the tiny window of a 16-passenger van that seems to be flying down a two-lane road, past villages and cattle and small stands overflowing with fruit so fresh it’s glowing, the sickly sweet smell of it all wafting through the cracked emergency exit. An endless playlist of tropical salsa and rhythmic champeta plays throughout the van, occasionally syncing up with the reggaeton outside that thumps out of the huge, lovingly painted speakers that seem ubiquitous along the Colombian coastline.

All of these images and sounds and smells are like little islands that wrap around one another to form a chain of life as complex as it is beautiful, as delicate as it is indestructible –– beaming through dirt and haze like uncovered gold.

What’s not as obvious is the relationship between what is magic and what is real, and the way that the dance between the two lives inside each of us.

From what I can tell, it is the magic that quietly guides the real. The magic is in the observations, the real is in the decisions you make with them. The magic shows, the real acts. The magic is what sends howling tropical winds through my windows at night, and the real is me waking up and finding them to be a comforting friend –– cooling me down in my nights of sleeping alone. There is magic in the almost break-neck speed of the colorful buses that tear up and down the streets of Barranquilla, and realness in my awareness that I never have to rush if I don’t want to. There is an almost terrifying magic in the unrelenting heat that radiates from the equatorial sun at mid-day, and a realness in the way I now walk below it unbothered, a soft smile on my face.

I look up at that unending Caribbean-blue sky and give it a cheeky, knowing glance. I wink. Because the magic has no direction, no opinion. The realness is in looking back down and seeing the cracked, tiled sidewalk beneath my feet and choosing to laugh at the duality. I ground myself in the in-between, in the reality that of all the places to be in the world I am here; with the distant knowledge that just as quickly as I landed here all of those months ago, I'll soon step back into the world I left behind. So many things will have changed between now and then, but it will still be summertime.

Magical realism exists everywhere, but Colombia feels like it's beating heart. The moments of magic are too vivid to ignore, and the snap back into reality is so strong that you have to stop and catch your breath. It is the relationship between dreams and waking life personified –– our fears and fantasies in one world constantly fueling the other. To live in this is to realize that one world doesn’t ever rule over the other –– there is no “figuring it out.” It is to make peace with the fact that we are both at the mercy of the magic and are also empowered by it. We are in control of our own realities, but must find inspiration in the magic to change them.  Everyone’s relationship between the two is different, and you alone decide what to carry with you as you walk the line in between.

#colombia #magical realism #serendipity #tayrona