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SOLANO BAY
This story begins in Solano Bay, a bay located in the area of Chocó in Colombia. It was bathed by the Pacific Ocean, framed by a jungle full of vegetation and different kinds of birds forming a beautiful panorama. I can’t find the exact words to describe such beauty. The mornings there were caressed by a warm sun; capricious rains would suddenly begin to fall at any moment of the day without any notice. Nevertheless, it was such a beautiful view that despite the hot weather, humidity, and rain, one was captivated, anyone would feel fascinated and everything would invite you to meditate, rest and to find peace in a paradise that offered color, aromas and tranquility.
Let us talk about that wonderful man who together with his family and full of illusions arrived in this remote place. That man, tall, thin, a dreamer was my father, Jaime Betancourt. We could say many things about him, but the paper wouldn’t be enough. His goals and ambitions were enormous, his capabilities enviable, his projects unbelievable. As incredible as was the way in which he arrived in Solano Bay.
One day, an excursion to the bay was announced and my Dad became very excited. He loved the sea very much, and he had been feeling very tired and exhausted with the usual daily problems. This animated him, and that was why he decided to do the trip which would only last three days and would permit him to rest a little and see different things. Without thinking about it further, he decided to travel there not realizing that his decision would be the beginning of a radical change in his life and the main reason for this story.
It was a quiet and short trip. When he got there he found a bay which captivated him, a nearly virgin bay in its natural beauty with few inhabitants, a poor and simple bay, but full of a savage essence of peace surrounded by a charming environment. Dad thought of staying there for only three days, but time started to pass and pass, and days began to accumulate, he got involved in businesses, plans and ideas that began to absorb him for a whole month. And in that manner the idea of that trip was born, in which all of us became involved.
My father communicated with Jaime my brother, who at that time worked with him at a gas station in which my father was the owner. He asked Jaime to send him a certain amount of money right away. He said he was trying to negotiate some lands and would tell us about everything as soon as he could return to Medellin.
After my father had organized what he wanted to do, and after a lot of plans and projects, he traveled back to Medellin where we had all been anxiously waiting for him. As all of us sat around him, my father began to tell us in detail about his stay in that place that would be our refuge for a few years. He described everything in a talkative and enthusiastic way, and told us to prepare ourselves because we were going to live in that Bay.
Immediately, our house was put up for sale. It was a charming house located in a beautiful neighborhood in Medellin. It was built especially for my mother with its interior gardens, a music room and a very comfortable wide spiral staircase. My mother was already used to following my father’s footsteps in his gypsy pilgrimages. That was the manner that our house was put for sale along with the gas station located in the Stadium’s neighborhood. In a few days, everything was sold, which wasn’t rare because my father seemed to carry business in his blood.
We took care of packing our belongings and waited for the moment when we would travel. None of us protested, because inside of us, we all loved those changes and the continuous coming and going of our lives. We felt anxious and wished to reach Solano Bay as soon as possible.
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