As I write this post, I am perched comfortably in a grey Burger King chair waiting to board a flight from Colombia’s mountainous and metropolitan Medellin to the coastal city of Santa Marta. At this point I have been in Colombia, and South America, just a little under two weeks and have already experienced some wonderful highs, but a few more lows than usual, learning some invaluable lessons along the way. This post will remain unfinished for a while, as…
