Storming the Castillo
The Hop & Jaunt crew explore the largest fortress of the Spanish Main.Its been nearly a month since we left Colombia. Alyson and I are really missing the tropically warm climates and bustling city life. So today we are blogging about one of our favorite afternoons in Cartagena when we visited the “Castillo de San Felipe De Barajas: The largest Spanish Fortress in the World!”
The fortress is really an impressive structure. It can be seen towering on its hill looming over the old city and water front. It’s a massive construction, but it needed to be. In the days of Spanish Conquisition in the New World, Cartagena was THE major port for exporting gold back to Spain. That meant that nearly all the gold in South America had to come through Cartagena to make the jump to Europe. As anyone can imagine, this made Cartagena the jackpot for pirating. Pirates plundered and attacked the city numerous times. Most notoriously was Sir Francis Drake, the famed English privateer. Eventually after numerous attacks and ship loads of stolen gold King Ferdinand of Spain ordered the fortress to be built.
Although you can see the castle from anywhere in town we did have some trouble getting to it. First off, we didn’t know the actual name of Castillo de San Felipe De Barajas. We just called it the Big Fort. So when we got into a taxi cab we had trouble giving directions to the driver. Neither of us knew the Spanish word for “Fort”. We drove around in circles for nearly 15 minutes babbling to the driver about how we wanted to go to the “Big, Old, Building”. The poor guy was so confused. He kept staring at us through the rear view mirror asking, “Que?” Finally, I remembered the word Castillo and he instantly knew what we were talking about. He had a pretty good sense of humor about it.
Entry into the fort is about $5 US dollars and its definitely worth it. One great way to spend an afternoon in Cartagena is just walking around taking pictures, and the Castillo is a pretty awesome place to explore.






New Orleans. Always under appreciated and overly notorious. The city that drowned, and not in booze this time. A place where cobble stone streets and giant weeping willows frame century old homes. The city that offers drive through daiquiris and beads for bare breasts. The look and the smell, our favorite city in the U.S.
For even more local flavor, hop on the trolley and head down historic St. Charles Street. 











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