Santa Marta, Colombia and some other things

When I was visiting San Felipe fortress, and after all climbing on the walls and in the tunnels , I was resting on a stone in nice breeze, not really exhausted but wet cause sweating heavily. It was 35C anyway. Suddenly a man came to me and wanted to talk, if possible. He was very sorry that his English was not very good, but he anyhow liked to proove to me or to his family that he can communicate in English. He had a wife and three children with him, and he introduced them all to me politely. The girl, maybe 11 years old could probably speak better English than her father. Anyhow they all seemed to be very happy, because I gave them my valuable time to talk with and allowed them to take photos together with me, them behind me around the stone.
At the same time a school class arrived, 20 -30 girls and boys, majority girls however. The teacher introduced himself, and told me that they all are his children.
I said to him that he must have been a very busy man. He could not stop laughing.
Meanwhile the girls, maybe 14-15 years old started to be around me and the other ones took photos asking first my permission of couse. The guys were not interested in whole performance. At last the teacher commanded them to enter their bus, and they left but one girl came to me and gave an orange. It was very tasty and sweet.
Later I found a Spanish restaurant El Burlador de Sevilla, where I did eat well before retairing.
Early yesterday morning I was on my way to Santa Marta, a famous city, where Simon Bolivar did die year 1830, towards to Venezuelan border, proximately 240 km away from Cartagena. I did visit the old cathedral during a mess, a beach restaurant and the house where General Bolivar spent his last days, before dying due tuberchulosis, malaria and other deseases with the age of 47.This place is in a huge beautiful garden and seems to be a sacred place for people from Colombia, Venezuela. Bolivia, Panama, Costa Rica and Peru at least, maybe I forgot somebody . For lizards too, because I saw a beutiful one of maybe 60cm long in the park.
On the way back in the mini bus next to the driver, I was thinking of that partly crazy traffic, when a few minutes later we passed a dead man on the street, his motorcycle further away.
Those things which bother me mostly here in Catagena are hundreds of street merchants
and beggars, who are almost cueing to get to you to make their very special promotion offers of watches, sun glasses, T-shirts etc. There really are not very many foreigners around, if not from neighborhood countries. Other tourists are from Bogota , Medellin or Cali. I saw one guy from Sweden and some Americans, thats all.