Girón

I decided to go to Girón, only nine kilometers from Bucaramanga.  I took a bus, and got off at the end of the line - a few kilometers past Girón.  Whoops.  Took another bus back, and this time got off at the entrance to the pueblo.  Lovely, white & black tiled-roofed buildings, practically no vehicles or pedestrians.

To escape the heat, I enjoyed a “Maracu Mix” (passion fruit and ice cream in a hollowed out fruit) off a quiet square:  

Girón was founded in 1631 on the banks of the Río de Oro. In 1963 it was declared a national monument.  One negative: Girón sits in a breezeless hole in the valley and is baking most of the year.

If you like cemeteries, it has a good one: