The Great Traveler

After an exhuasting day of working and moving everything I own up to Philadelphia, I got 3 hours of sleep, before I woke up for my flight to Medellin, Colombia. I had made the decision to go to Colombia about 3 days ago, and had I not been so determined, I wonder if I would have chickened out. After all - this was Colombia - a country that is mythical in the American psyche for being the home of the cocaine trade and being one of the most dangerous countries of all. After all, I had never even met anyone who had ever traveled there. (more…)