Thanks for showing me around!
I awoke in the morning to the sounds of breakfast from my dimly lit room. Not aware of the time, and afraid of missing the only food… Read more “Minca, the story continues.”
I know I haven’t published much lately and I apologize to those of you who have been following along. The next story will be up in the… Read more “Where are the stories?”
Apology: Sorry for the long delay. Scuba was cancelled the next day. The port police wouldn’t let boats go out because of the wind. All the same,… Read more “Scuba and the first day of Minca”
I arrived in Santa Marta in the morning. Sleeping across bus seats is preferable to flying when you are tall. Santa Marta. Where the Spanish first landed… Read more “Santa Marta, the first day”
How peaceful they roared And swept the dusty city. The dirt thirst for water quenched Swept away by the current. The lonely wanderer asks But no bite… Read more “The Rains of Bucaramanga”
I came back alone the second day. Something attracted me to the woman’s wind blow farm, sitting in a low plateau between Guane and Baricha. The hike… Read more “Time for another story.”