My images and expectations of Colombia have officially been satisfied. This town is, to paint a picture,...magical. It lies in the middle of the mountains surrounded by coffee plantations. The elevation is approximately 2000m. The people are friendly, the men spend their days at pool halls, minding the coffee shops, and doing the 'outdoor work', while the women have their shops and restaurants to take care of. Milk comes in glass bottles, the mornings are crisp, the air is fresher than I have ever breathed, the wood oven fires are burning at night, and old trucks and bikes crowd the squares during the day. 
Here are the directions to our hostel, The Plantation House (http://www.theplantationhousesalento.com/), which only begin to describe the quaint, small, perfect, Western-like nature of this town: At the entrance to Salento you will see a fire station. Get off there and turn right. Walk 150 meters and you will see a small cabin on your right and a pickett fence on your left. Keep going, we are the next farm on the left.
Go there...you will love it
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