From Cartagena I took a van transfer to Santa Marta, during which they showed The Revenant. You know, a super chill, easy-to-watch flick for a casual drive…Let me preface the rest of this post…
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After one too many nights in San Gil I found myself I’m Barichara. A small town that I was (originally) very excited to visit. After being in gems like Ubud, Hoi An, Chefchaouen, Antigua…
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Hot. Beautiful. Hot. That’s pretty much how I can describe Cartagena. The heat is so intense and unforgiving on the coast that finding a hotel room with AC changed from a rare luxury to…
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Colombia hasn’t been a cakewalk. It’s brought up some issues for me that are dark and deep-seated. Maybe even some stuff that drove me to travel. But that’s TBD. I don’t think it necessarily has to…
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Like all of the most memorable experiences on my trip, sailing from Panama to Colombia was simultaneously one of the best and worst things I’ve ever done. One day I would look around to…
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Still uncertain about my next move and panicky about running out of pages in my passport (humble brag?), I hitched a ride from Playa Panama to San Jose with our Tico neighbors to stay…
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After 20 hours on the bus from Guatemala, a gritty night in the back bedroom of a man’s gated in house in Managua, Nicaragua, and another five hours on a bus, I arrived in…
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Years ago I’d made playlists for both of my parents, each with different music that reminded me of them. During dinner on our last night together in Costa Rica, Dad put on his “Dad…
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I’d finished my four weeks of Spanish classes in Antigua and had one week to kill before taking the long bus trip down to Costa Rica to meet up with my folks. I considered…