Perfect weather, not so much

I'm sitting here in an internet cafe in Medellin because a) Margot has my lonely planet as well as the list of things to do, and b) because there is a torrential downpour going on outside. As much as I love getting soaked to the bone, I'm really digging the thunder. If there's one thing wrong with California (besides the traffic, housing prices, and Modesto), it's the fact that there are almost never thunderstorms.

Anyway, Medellin really is cool, and if you don't count the occasional, random buckets of rain the weather is great. There's a nice two-line metro system, something of a mix between BART and Paris' regional transport system, as well as one of those gondola systems that you usually see at ski resorts. Instead of taking you up to snowy paradise, however, this one takes you up into a random shanty-town. It's very impressive.

Well, that'll have to do for now. My time's up and I'm hoping things have calmed down outside.

Oh yeah, one last thing: so far, Medellin's reputation as the capital of plastic surgery has so far been severely exaggerated. I'll keep you posted though, maybe the massive fake boobs only come out on Saturday nights.