Feliks
She revealed the sides of her head, and we indulged in Oasis Massein in Medellín.
Lidia hit me with an anniversary surprise I never saw coming: a last-minute, whirlwind trip to Medellín.
Honestly, if you’d asked me the day before if I thought it was possible to just pick up and fly to Medellín on a whim, I’d have laughed. It sounds so far, so exotic, right? But with a few empty seats left on the flight, and us living only three hours away from the airport, plus the fact that the flight itself was only ten hours, well… why not? So, if Sunday was our anniversary, by Monday afternoon, we were stepping off the plane and onto Colombian soil.
“I’m giving you everything you’ve been asking for these last few months,” Lidia whispered to me as the plane touched down, her lips brushing my ear in a way that made me shiver. Her voice was laced with a kind of promise that felt more than a little dangerous.
The next day, she blindfolded me before putting me into a cab. “Calle 75, El Carmelo, in Itagüí,” she told the driver, her tone as calm as if she’d ordered a coffee.
The driver, with that distinct paisa lilt, hesitated. “But señora, that’s pretty far, you know. It’ll cost a good bit.”
“Whatever it costs, just take us,” she replied, cool and steady, like the idea of this mystery destination was something she’d thought about for months.
“And that’s not exactly a place for tourists,” he added, his voice slowing down, clearly trying to gauge what kind of people we were.
“We didn’t come here to do tourist things,” she said simply, and with that, the driver just shrugged and pulled into traffic.
When the cab finally stopped and she untied the blindfold, we were standing outside this little barbershop. The place didn’t look like much from the outside, just a glass front with the name Barbershop Barberwoman written in plain letters. It was gritty, understated, and felt like the kind of place where locals went to get their hair sorted out quickly, not a spot for dramatic transformations. Yet here we were.
