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With just a metro card in hand, I set off to explore Medellin as if I were aboard a sightseeing bus. From the base of the mountains to their peaks, from lush garden-like neighborhoods to the winding mountain roads lined with simple homes—every corner revealed its own story. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air from mobile stalls in the central square, mingling with the faintly strange scent of nearby streets where shops stood guarded behind iron grilles.
It was a city of contrasts, each moment painting a vivid picture of life.
Torn!
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As evening approached and before the chaos of rush hour began, I opted for what appeared to be the highest Metrocable line, eager to savor the breathtaking night view of the entire mountain range from an elevated vantage point. Alongside commuters heading home, I boarded the cable car, soaring gracefully over the Medellin River.
Kind-hearted locals suggested I remain onboard for the return journey rather than disembarking. But what about transferring to the L line? My curiosity drove me to aim even higher!
It soon became clear that the L line required a separate ticket—priced at roughly 3.5 times the cost of a standard metro fare. Yet, at that moment, it felt as though the L line belonged solely to me. Once aboard, I discovered its true marvel: not only did it ascend to the very peak of the mountain, but it also traversed the entire ridge, eventually leading to Arvi Park on the plateau’s far side.
Without leaving the station, the staff graciously allowed me to use my one-way ticket to continue riding the cable car back across the mountain toward Santo Domingo. Had it not been so late, I would have gladly made another round trip. The sparkling lights adorning the mountain captured my heart, yet the sight of a long, dense queue at the base left me astonished.
Stretching from the upper hall down the stairs to the ground floor, it seemed endless—a testament to the many souls waiting patiently to return home.
How long must they wait? On the hillside, every light glowing warmly seemed to beckon someone back to safety.
Walking back to my hotel from the metro station, a sense of serene contentment washed over me, wrapping the evening in quiet joy.
Torn!
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To whom does the dazzling array of lights scattered across the mountain belong? Whose romance do they illuminate?
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