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Looking over at my fiancé I could see his face reflecting the same mix of nerves and excitement bubbling within my chest as the reality of our situation began to dawn on us–we were in Colombia heading to an island with no idea of where we’d be spending that night. It wasn’t for lack of planning that we found ourselves in Colombia without a bed; rather we let the overall …

[ Written by guest | 16 Jun 2014 | 3 Comments | ]

One time, in Colombia, while drinking cheap beer and philosophing on sidewalks, I met a guy named Francisco, who was from a tribe called Wiwa. The Wiwa live far up in the Sierra Nevada and Francisco invited me to come and meet his family and people in his village. I don’t often get offered to hang out with mountain tribes, so clearly I jumped at the chance.
After walking uphill for …

[ Written by guest | 3 Apr 2010 | 2 Comments | ]