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How Independent Teaching Fuels the Jet Setter

March has all but disappeared – faster than a plate of pimento cheese sandwiches at a Sunday porch social – making this seem like a good time to report on a recent relocation to the Deep South. Not surprising, while the cultural adjustments have been mostly kind and curious, it’s the socioeconomic differences that appear to stand out.

Ever-hopeful with a 31-day pass

Of these, not wanting to buy a car (after four years of being vehicle-free) has led to challenging moments, especially with a slightly pricey public transit system running hourly buses and service ending around 9:00 pm. Fortunately, my current location is within walking distance of a historic, busy shopping area, complete with a delicious taqueria and public library.

$2.50 Taco Mondays at YoBo Cantina Fresca

Perhaps the most jarring revelation of this move has been finding suitable work for comparable pay. While the mystery remains of how the friendly people here afford their beautiful homes, luxury SUV’s and back-t0-back festivals, it soon became apparent that International Education isn’t a burgeoning field in the Holy City. After more than a month of searching, the best solution became clear: tap into the resources already there.

After-festival indulgence, The Ship Store at Sunset Cay

The original website for Kate Dana Teaches launched in 2012, following a TEFL Certificate earned in Guadalajara, Mexico. A number of private students supported both the idea of independent teaching as well as extensive travel, and this international teacher/jet setter not only enjoyed inspiring others but taking advantage of every break and holiday.

Jet Setting in yellow to another dimension with Serenity Tree Yoga

Years later, after some great teaching positions, extensive travel, and a cover-to-cover read of Chris Guillebeau’s brilliant book The $100 Start Up, the idea of self-employment resurfaced as a reasonable way to make money… and begin funding travel again. After emails from reputable online companies claimed they didn’t have a high demand for English tutors, it was settled: Go Independent.

Time is money! Start reading now…

A week of Internet research, one Craig’s List ad and several flyer posts later, my first student in Charleston arrived in late February. Challenges have included scheduling classes, developing specialized lesson plans, and gravitating towards paperless learning; all of which are merely stepping stones in the direction of building a dream.

“If you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help them build theirs.”
― Dhirubhai Ambani

A few of the rewards of teaching English for Spanish Speakers include interacting with cultures relative to the past four years, as well as learning new Spanish words when we meet. Also, the idea of niche marketing, as suggested by notable online teacher Jack Askew of Teaching ESL Online, makes sense. Everyone benefits in the niche: both the native-speaking English teacher and the speakers of the second-largest language in the world.

So while the road ahead looks wide open, and there is still hope for a great opportunity to work with an impressive school or university, the thought of diving in to the unknown feels more exciting than scary… the same type of thrill that fuels the jet setter.

Waiting for a student at the library

Six Savory Favorites from the Sixth Annual Charleston Food Truck Festival

Returning to the Lowcountry after many years away has revealed that there’s more to gastronomic delights of the South than just sweet tea and fried okra. Recently, the Sixth Annual Charleston Food Truck Festival offered a variable sampler plate of reasons to love mobile eats when you’re hungry ’round these parts; here’s just a few favorites worth noting:


1. Location: Park Circle

This year’s event, held in the Park Circle, North Charleston, an area planned as one of only two English Garden Style communities in the US, features an attractive “main street” (East Montague Avenue), through the center of the Historic District.  Recently, a number of diverse eateries and shops have moved in taking over vintage storefronts and renovating retail spaces.

photo © Charleston City Paper

Park Circle Main Street photo © Charleston City Paper

2. Free Admission for People and Dogs

The Food Truck Festival, located at Garco Mill, within walking distance from the main street, welcomed hungry participants and their dogs with free admission, encouraging everyone to meander across a large, open grassy space from one mouthwatering truck to the next.


“you here for the lobster bisque… or biscuits?” sniff sniff

While live music from bands including Dead 27’s and Red Cellar Review filled the clear, cool daytime air, four-legged friends intermingled with the long lines for tasty treats.


“BBQ or bark-a-que?” Dogs everywhere!

3. Coonhounds

Nestled in the center of food trucks and craft beer tents were the attention-getters from Carolina Coonhound Rescue, each sporting an “Adopt Me” vest and offering warm hugs to those passing by. One big boy, Kringle, was getting attention from all the ladies, luring them in with his long ears and charming personality.

Come on buddy, let's give out hugs

Come on buddy, let’s give out hugs

While many dogs were available to adopt or foster, it was Kringle who seemed to whisper “I’m available,” while eyeballing the delectable, unique offerings from Mac the Cheese.


Thanks for the cuddles, Kringle and Carolina Coonhound Rescue

Of the thirty or so food trucks lined up semi-circle, mobile eateries worth noticing included Semilla Mexican Street Food, The Immortal Lobster, and Avila Venezuelan Cuisine, all offering their finest with swift, friendly service.


Outside the Immortal Lobster Food Truck: A big ole’ vat of bisque… yummm

4. Elote and Tacos

First up on the tasting menu: delicious Tacos de Arbol with butternut squash, sweet onions and fresh cilantro, along with authentic eloté – roasted corn with Cotija cheese, butter and chili powder – from Semilla Mexican Street Food, which evolved from the restaurant Seed to a successful food truck.


Gracias a Díos for Semilla’s elote and tacos

5. Lobster Rolls and Bisque

Next, half a buttery lobster roll and a cup of creamy lobster bisque from The Immortal Lobster, both well worth the list prices of $12 and $8, respectively. If you’ve never been to Maine to have a real lobster roll, try this one, which arrived in Charleston from New England around 2007. Finally, a stride to Avila Venezuelan Cuisine, a long time food-truck veteran, revealed sold-out handmade arepas, the deep craving from South America that will have to be fulfilled by visiting their Calhoun Street restaurant.


Mac N Cheese please!

6. That Grate-full Feeling

With a grate-full belly of craft beer and delicious fare, plus a new heart space for Coonhounds, saying goodbye to the Six Annual Charleston Food Truck Festival not only left a warm feeling inside to counter the crisp late afternoon air, but an appreciation for all the delicious goodness the Lowcountry has to offer.


See ya next time, CHS Food Fest!


New York, New Jersey, New President, New Year

The month of January progressed as swiftly as drips of sugar molasses on the plan to establish a presence in Charleston, SC. While tutoring and consulting are happening, it’s been a slow move towards the goals anticipated prior to relocation, and promises from December of a secure job and place to live now appear to have as been as solid as coconut flan. Conversely, a long weekend in New York and New Jersey proved to be the perfect getaway to meet with inspiring and motivating friends, as well as reassess the situation at hand.


University throw and a hot cup of joe: the way to go

Arriving on a Thursday evening to traffic and grey skies over Newark, the glitter of red and white lights as New York City commuters headed home was somehow calming among the rush. The next morning, a powerwalk in Watsessing Park among brisk northern air, swirling leaves and rustling tall trees evoked the image of a true January day.


East Orange Public Library, Franklin Branch

Passing the small brick building that houses the East Orange Public Library and Jersey Explorers Club, and on to the athletic field and track, this large urban park revealed grassy fields glistening under icy dew in the sunny hours of the early day.


like a surreal dream… well, sort of…

Saturday, after viewing the presidential inauguration for several hours on different networks and contemplating the photo comparisons from 2009’s turnout, it seemed fitting to indulge in a meal of authentic Mexican food.


photo ©CBS – strangely surreal

A pleasant drive down Bloomfield Avenue, the main thoroughfare of the charming downtown and into adjacent Montclair, led to El Matador Mexican, a tiny unassuming restaurant with delicious handmade dishes.


The limited menu of El Matator includes tasty standards like tacos and tostadas, as well as more traditional dishes like sopes and hurraches. While the drink selection is small – Mexican Coke, Jarritos sodas or homemade horchata – the eatery does allow patrons to BYOB.


Whoa… that’s a lot of pink knitted hats

Sunday was a relaxing but historic day of watching the Womens’ March on Washington, with its more than tripled participation of the inaguration and television coverage taking up most of the days’ attention. Images of staggering crowds sending “a bold message to our new government on their first day in office, and to the world, that women’s rights are human rights,” (source: http://www.womensmarch.com) interspersed with Sunday football playoffs (go Falcons) mixed nicely with reading a great book and organizing assignments.

noches-de-colombiaThe following night, dining out at landmark establishment Noches de Colombia brought tears of joy as well as sadness at the taste of familiar dishes, having recently left Colombia after three years. Ordering a cold maracuya juice meant instant nostalgia for the flavor of this forbidden fruit; despite the beverage being made with frozen pulp, it was tart and refreshing.

While it was tempting to order several dishes off the detailed menu, including the traditional Bandeja Paisa or Morjarra Frita, the Camarones al Ajillo won overall, arriving hot and bubbly with delicious tostones, sweet plantains and a side salad.


Seriously studying those NJ Transit maps

With the weekend digs being located close to the New Jersey Transit, a damp walk in the drizzly Monday morning air, warmed by a piping hot coffee, led to a quick ride into New York City’s historic Penn Station.


You wanna pizza me? always love you, NYC

Arriving at the station a dozen times before, more foot travel above the station to meet a friend in Chelsea was an effortless adventure.


Selecting from several Indian restaurants within a block, Pongal Indian Cuisine was an excellent choice, with its modern decor and relaxed atmosphere. A special menu of chef’s choices mixed nicely with fresh mango drinks, and we indulged in shared platters of vegetarian samosas, pakoras and bhajia.


looks simple… taste incredible

Following lunch, a tall pint of Belhaven Scottish Ale on draft made the most of an early happy hour at The Churchill, named for the famous British leader. A dark, classic bar with heavy wood details and speeches from Winston subtly piped in over speakers the bathrooms, the crowd began to thicken as we made our way out to the NYC evening streets.


Can’t decide? Ask Winston to help you

Catching the subway in New York is always a thrill for those who don’t use this amazing mass transit on a daily basis. As commuters swirled around turnstiles and formed swift-moving seas over concrete, a few stops and a shuttle away was Times Square, the mega-lit mecca of merchandising and advertising. After meeting a friend who works in the heart of the square, we headed through chilly rain and blinding lights to a tiny Thai place nearby.


Mi amigo Nicky Jam and his new Fenix album in Times Square

With it’s friendly servers, fast preparation and fresh dishes, Pongsri Thai Restaurant was the perfect spicy, savory meal for a chilly New York night before heading back out wrap up this NYC day trip. Making a quick stop at Grand Slam NY, a souvenir shop with three floors of everything New York, it was easy to score a few items for friends before heading back to Penn Station.


The next day, flying out of Newark airport, with computer-glitch aided delays from United airlines and spotty WIFI due to the blustery Nor’easter on the way, it was concluded that a long weekend in New Jersey and New York were the much-needed distraction from securing work and adjusting to life in Charleston.


Adios, cute houses of Bloomfield

On a final note, it was difficult not to notice within a span of five days, the cuisine consumed included Italian, Chinese, Mexican, Colombian, India and Thai. Honestly, the USA does enjoy its variety of cuisine, culture and customs, while blending together the love, weather, sports and political events to make this country the viable melting pot it truly is. Let’s hope it stays this way for many years to come.

Sabbatical 2017: Temporary Break…or New Beginning?

Sabbatical – noun: a rest from work, or a break, often lasting from two months to a year. From Latin: sabbaticus, from Greek: sabbatikos, from Hebrew: shabbat (i.e., Sabbath) or literally a “ceasing”)

bestnine2016To the surprise of many blog subscribers (and over 800 Instagram followers), a decision was recently made to take a break from teaching and traveling in Colombia. While the current idea is to explore a six-month intermission from this beautiful adopted country (and current school), it won’t be a departure from much else: there will still be travel and writing and nerdy work and adventures.


Fortunately, this relocation vocation is to a city Travel + Leisure magazine recently voted number one in the World’s Best Cities 2016. While some references have compared Charleston to Cartagena (ranked #2 by Lonely Planet for Best in Travel 2017) – both awe-inspiring cities boast colorful, colonial architecture, horse and carriages on cobblestone streets, and a protective wall between the sea and centuries-old buildings – true residents know there’s no comparing these two opulent jewels of history.

Charleston, South Carolina, USA cityscape at St. Michael's Episcopal Church.

Charleston, SC street view with St. Michael’s Episcopal Church


Cartagena, Colombia plaza view with Clock Tower

A few inspiring books, including Cheryl Gilman’s Doing Work You Love, and Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now, plus “30 Powerful Questions to Find Your Passion” from Kerry Petsinger, added motivation to contemplation, and easily confirmed the idea that emotion creates motion, and motion creates results.

Nearly-clear workspace

Nearly-clear workspace

Following the announcement at school, ICT and English students in all grade levels were joyous, sad, silly and serious at once about the idea of a sabbatical. Working together, we wrapped up lessons at a good stopping point, and agreed on how to provide guidance for their new teacher. Then, in traditional Colombian form, we celebrated.

We partied with Vallenato, Reggaeton and Salsa, singing and dancing. We ate bags of candy and chatarra (junk food), and washed down golden empanadas with bubbly Colombiana. We shared jokes and took selfies while exchanging heartfelt letters and notes. Up to the last hours with these students, it did not feel like an ending, but a beginning of something new for everyone.

As suitcases were packed with artistic recuerdos and copious amounts of Colombian coffee, and friends were hugged goodbye with tearful teasing of “no te vayas!” there was little regret in making a change.

Zumbathon with awesome friends

Zumbathon fundraiser with awesome friends including Zumba teacher Daner!

Events like the Zumbathon fundraiser at Mr. Babilla in support of the wonderful La Vecina Foundation, delicious artesian coffee at Café San Alberto with some special teachers, and an overnight snorkeling trip to beloved Playa Blanca made the going equally difficult and joyous.

Favorite tienda in Pasacaballos on the way to Playa Blanca

Favorite tienda in Pasacaballos on the way to Playa Blanca

As 2017 begins in a different place, with new plans and ideas, the realization is this: if we are unable to change and bend like the willow (or in this case, sway like a palm tree supporting a hammock), we will break like the tall oak, no matter how strong we stand.

parting gifts from students and teachers

parting gifts from students and teachers

While it is beneficial to have powerful, transferrable skills – like embracing a second language or mastering scuba diving – it’s really flexibility in life, faith in your support system, and knowing yourself that will take you places, possibly even further than you’ve ever imagined. Add to this a dose of positivity and inspiration, plus a lot of love from people who believe in you, and the possibilities are limitless. Happy New Year!

arriving in Charleston, December 2016

arriving in Charleston, December 2016




From Abundance to Arguments: How to React in Playa Blanca

diocebethWhile some places in the world are currently experiencing the cold of winter, December on the coast of Colombia continues to have sunny days and balmy nights, perfect for a weekend getaway. With the sheer beauty and natural abundance found on Playa Blanca in Isla Barú, each visit to this white-sand, clear-water beach near Cartagena de Indias brings new adventure and discoveries, as well as a few lessons in people and life.

bazurto fish

Bazurto fish market

Getting There, Going Local

A late morning start on the bus from Centro to Barú meant passing Bazurto fish market at it’s peak hour, and outlying barrios Bosque and Ceballos, before arriving about an hour later in the puebla of Pasacaballos. The usual hustling moto taxistas swarmed the bus. One, named Edgar David, used a friendly, quieter approach, calmly offering a clean helmet and newer-model bike, as well as a recommendation for an overnight stay.


Edgar David, moto taxista

Arriving to the parquedero, Edgar David led the way to his friends Wilfriedo and Ana’s hostal, La Locura del Pote, a structure typical of those that have sprung up on the beach in the last two years. The large, two-story wood building with a peaked thatched palm roof offering several private rooms and a balcony of hammocks loomed over a sizable restaurant. $15,000 COP secured a locker and hammock for the evening and, within minutes, the mask and tube were on, ready for snorkel heaven in the pool-like Caribbean seas.

photo ©Lattinchattin.com

typical giant hostel in Playa Blanca photo ©Lattinchattin.com

Snorkeling revealed a wide selection of fish including big, pillow-sized silver ones, bright blue and yellow flats, black and yellow striped, and schools of yellowy-orange mottled skin variety, as well as tumbled white coral, hollowed sea urchins and multicolored shells. Being among this natural beauty was like meditation, but, after a few hours, it was time to surface and catch the gorgeous sunset over the ocean, as open-front restaurants and cafés set up for the evening dinner hours.

la locura view

The view from the second floor of La Locura de Pote

Following a humble bucket shower and fresh change of clothes, seeking a tasty dinner was the evening’s one adventure, after an entire day of exploring the waters. Night fell quickly as dimly-lit establishments offering food and drink blasted reggae, reggaeton and champeta from oversized speakers powered by gas-fueled generators. After devouring a delicious pizza cooked in a wood oven and a few cold Aguilas, it was lights out: time to settle down for a night of swaying in a hammock.


Sunset friends from Peru, USA and Colombia. Photo © Juan Sanchez Moreyra

While the hammock was slightly stiff and salty smelling, the tranquil night breezes blew gently enough to eliminate the discomfort (and the scent). Waking to the sound of tropical birds whooping and anxious roosters crowing, the sun lit up the beach slowly, creeping over abundant palm trees and vine-laden brush.

mar de plata

Mar de Plata serves delicious pizzas and crepes!

Breakfast of Champions

A much-anticipated simple breakfast of aromatic tinto, golden brown buñuelos with quesillo and a chilled bag of carrot juice was just the fuel needed for another three hours of snorkeling along the beach. Before heading out to snorkel, several beachgoers paid witness to an argument that ensued between two weekend tourists and a hostal owner. The guests had paid for two nights and stayed one but decided to leave early, which prompted them to request a refund of the second night.

bunelo dog

Morning with buñelos and a beach dog

The owner responded he had explained the terms of cancellation and non-refundable inclusions before they paid. This argument, enhanced by a language barrier and cultural differences on the meaning of compromise, continued in circles for about half an hour. It seemed the more the tourist yelled, the more calm the owner became, simply taking in the comments about how he was a crook, and standing like a rock on his principle.

morning boats

Boats and the morning beach

If you’ve never encountered a person who is in need of money, living hand-to-mouth and depending on advance cash payments for purchasing business amenities, be prepared. You may see someone argue their point to infinity, interjecting innuendos and even scrambling details to guarantee confusion of the original agreement. With most situations, what matters most is how it ends.

perro arena

This little pup was worried the whole time

Decide on How to Be Happy

After involving a nearby business owner as a translator, the guests left very dissatisfied, and the owner with a tight grip on their (already spent) cash, minus about $10,000 COP that he reluctantly returned. The final declaration on this trouble in paradise from those watching? Stay clear and try not to interject. While “not getting involved” may seem cowardly or selfish from an outsider’s point of view, it is also wise advice in some processes of personal negotiation.

snorkel treasures

Treasure sample from Playa Blanca snorkeling

With the heated confrontation over, swimming and snorkeling among large dark-purple rocks dotted with spiny plants, feeling scaly coral catch on bare feet and narrowly mistaking a horseshoe crab for a discarded paper plate, it seemed like ocean had its own jabs and sharpness of two people disagreeing.

gratitude playa

Gratitude for this heaven, early morning on the coast of Colombia

While the afternoon ended on this weekend visit to Playa Blanca, there was a feeling that even the clear waters of paradise have their rough side. As everyone heads into the holidays —  a stressful time for some and, for others, simply more time to relax — there is a remembrance to practice what Greek philosopher Epictetus said, “It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it, that matters.”


Scuba Do: Learning to Dive in Cartagena de Indias

In case you haven’t heard, Colombia just received the Lonely Planet award as the number 2 country to visit in the world. Finally, this beautiful place is getting the props it deserves, and what better way to celebrate this declaration and also see the beauty of Colombia? Go below the surface with scuba diving.

New diver

Me as a brand new diver

Boasting a vastly diverse terrain, including an incredible coastline of brilliant blue ocean, white sand beaches, and coral reefs, as well as warm days and clear waters, Colombia is a diver’s paradise: a well-kept secret quickly becoming a must-see destination in the world of scuba diving. While it requires suitable training, special equipment and select terrain, diving is one of those activities that has the potential to make travel even more incredible.

Be gentle with beginners; they have great potential to be experts.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!


Morning theory class at Cartagena Divers

Impressed by their facilities and friendly reception during an initial inquiry, the courage and curiosity to commit to diving were unavoidable, and in October 2016, classes began with Cartagena Divers. Although Cartagena boasts several reputable dive centers, Cartagena Divers was selected for the three P’s: price, professionalism and presentation. First, theory was learned reading the PADI Open Water Diver manual, and watching a three-hour long video of information, like how to manage your buoyancy control device (BCD), how to decompress your ears, and what to do in case of an emergency.

Learnng about Diving

Learning theory and dive table reading at Cartagena Divers

Next came practice: day one of diving began with a 7:10 a.m. launch in lancha Hatchi I from Muelle Navas in Bocagrande. Gliding over glassy waters, we settled along the edges of Isla Barú after about 20 minutes. New divers were told to jump in and swim five laps around the boat.

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
Mahatma Gandhi

7:10 am dock Hatchi I

7:10 am dock time for Hatchi I

Dog paddle, breast stroke, back stroke, side stroke, each motion brought memories of days spent snorkeling as a four year old in the crystal waters of Antigua. As the fifth lap ended, a sense of gratitude was felt for wonderful parents who encouraged swimming at an early age.

Ready to swim 5 laps? Why yes!

Ready to swim 5 laps? Why yes!

After the swim, divers joined Divemasters Daniel and Honor back on the boat, where they gave expert details about how to attach a BCD to a tank and adjust the air valve, as well as how to attach the equipment and manage each piece. Within minutes, the BCD was in place and inflated, and divers were making front-foot steps off the boat into the deep blue water.


Honor reviews tank safety with divers

It’s been said that the first plunge wearing an air cylinder is both exhilarating and intimidating, and that learning to breathe normally is sometimes a diver’s first personal lesson. While proper breathing initially may be achieved by simply floating face (mask) down in the water, nothing can prepare you for that feeling of having water all around you once you submerge.

Diving down

Diving down, swimming away from the rope

After a few minutes of floating, we made our initial dive by following a rope to the sea floor. While the urge to love diving from the very beginning existed, it was clear this would be an acquired adoration: everything underwater is so strange. You are surrounded by water, depending on a breathing device, aware of your being a visitor in the ocean world. Your body feels weightless and flexible, and you are among colorful corals and giant plants. Fish and other creatures notice you noticing them. While it is, to add a pun, breathtaking, it’s also a very unique experience.

Awesome video of Diving in Isla Barú featuring Henry Vergara

Still smiling after five laps

Exhausted but happy in this new adventure

Our group completed two 40-minute dives in the first day, swimming among beautiful tropical fish and over vast coral beds; the sea floor resembled a garden of submerged exotic vegetables: massive dark green plants waved like sea spinach, while large crinkly masses resembling purple kale and orange broccoli cascaded over jutting brown and caramel-colored reefs.

Working on my trim

Working on my trim

From a beginners’s point of view, Daniel was the perfect dive instructor: patient, encouraging, helpful, and a wonderful communicator both in and out of the water. Lessons learned onboard were managed with ease, including the vital hand signals, what to do if you lose air, and how to find proper trim and control buoyancy.

Although most of the Cartagena Divers courses may be completed in a short time, or while vacationing in Cartagena, living in the city meant the luxury of spacing out dives (practice) and exams (theory). The exams were not easy, but the information included in them is vital to having fun, safe dives.

Eyes up, cecking the depth

Eyes up, checking the depth

Perhaps the most difficult part of the exam was reading the dive table and calculating* the time you have to safely stay underwater. This fascinating, math-based tool proved to be worth learning, and, remarkably, a score of 84% was achieved on the first try. (*FYI, there are also wearable dive computers and online dive table calculators, both are really helpful).

Posing with a lap sandwich and boat rope

Posing with a lap sandwich and boat rope

After a successfulsecond dive, breathing more confidently meant exploring the unusual terrain with ease, and relaxing among the schools of colorful fishes. It was clear the learning had paid off, although it seems shipwreck diving is an acquired adventure for some.

OK I'll stick with fish and corals

OK no shipwrecks; I’ll stick with fish and corals

Swimming above and beside hulking masses of submerged, rusted steel sprinkled with barnacles, and numerous portals where fish darted in and out of darkness. proved to be a little too spooky for this beginner. Daniel showed concern for the hesitation to explore the wreck, which was met with reassurance that it wasn’t the dive, it was just the diver.

Temporary Card, Permanent Smile

Temporary Card, Permanent Smile

Receiving a PADI Open Water Diver certification feels like a great achievement in overcoming fears and doubts, a salt-watery step in the right direction and reason to travel more, explore new oceans, and experience all the greatness that lies ahead/below. Thanks so much, Cartagena Divers, especially Isabel, Alberto, Daniel, Angie, and Honor for helping this traveler mark another line off of life’s bucket list


How to Find Non-Existent Change in Historic Santa Cruz de Mompox

Foto de Los Dos

Video still from Foto de Los Dos by Carlos Vives

In his iconic video for “La Foto de las Dos,” Latin Grammy Award winner Carlos Vives sings his passionate, hit song before a vast building in Mompox de Santa Cruz, a 1995 UNESCO Heritage site, while a heart-pulling couple fall in and out of love in this stunning municipio founded in 1537.

Hoy los fantasmas de tu amor me llaman, Hoy te quiero contar
Porque nunca te pude olvidar, Y recuerdo que tu amor conmigo*

(*Today nostalgia squeezes my soul. Today the ghosts of your love call me. I want to tell you today. Because I could never forget you)

Since arriving to Colombia in 2014, this “town trapped in time” has seemed intriguing, mysterious and charming; eventually, a visit would be mandatory. Consulting fellow volunteer and Colombia bestie Andrea, who visited a few years earlier, it became apparent Mompox was definitely worth the trip, even as she noted, “getting there is… interesting.”


Torcorama Bus

Pouring rain and bus exhaust

Following a weekend in Tolú and Coveñas, an early bus ($6,000 COP) in the pouring rain for less than an hour led to the first stop along this journey: Sincelejo, Sucre. Arriving to the bus terminal, a slick collectivo (shared taxi), driver offered transport to the second stop in Magangue, but actually drove less than a kilometer to another terminal, where other travelers waited under the aluminum roof of a vast, opened-sided garage.

About an hour later, trying to avoid asphyxiation from the exhaust of an idling diesel bus, some passengers finally asked the driver, “what are we waiting for?” He responded that the collectivo was “faltan uno,” or one person short of leaving with a full car. Tired of waiting, a woman darted from the garage to the bus stop next door, and returned with two passengers. The collectivo, finally full, ($10,000 COP each), headed out, with rain still falling at a treacherous pace from the dark skies.

La Bodega boat launch

La Bodega boat launch

Arriving an hour later in Mangague, the eighth largest metropolitan area in Colombia, the final stop was La Bodega, a boat terminal for the Magdelena River, where several services offered swift transport to Mompox ($9,000 COP) .

Speeding away from Mangague

Speeding away from Mangague

Launching from an interesting “port,” where huge stairs lead right to the water’s edge, tiny chalupas filled with families carrying babies, large bags of food and provisions, sped across the vast waters of the Magdalena, passing ferries transporting cattle, and strange swampy “gardens” of huge plants and lily pads. Half an hour later, the boats disembarked at a dirt-laden dock, where travelers were offered the option of a shared taxi or moto taxi ($10-13,000 COP pp) to surrounding towns.

Casa Agua y Sol

Casa Sol de Agua: café, restaurante, hotel, hostel y más!

After a quick check in at Casa Sol de Agua, the afternoon was perfect for a walk around the Centro, with its breathtaking historic houses and no less than five major churches. Passing the massive yellow and white Iglesia de la Maria Inmaculada in the Plaza de la Concepcíon, across from the main location for the video by Carlos Vives, the town really felt stopped in time, partly because this was a festivo Monday, and most places were closed.

Immaculada de Maria

Immaculada de Maria

One exception to the closed places was Heladeria la Libertad, a spacious corner tienda selling cold drinks and snacks, where a few locals sipped cervezas, played cards and shared gossip on the available tables.

Heladeria La Libertad

As luck would have it, stopping in the Heladeria la Libertad for refreshment included meeting the owner’s son, Manuel, who struck up a conversation in English, and agreed to a motorcycle ride through town to photograph the newly-added letter sign at the entrance to Mompox. Manuel had studied English in Bogotá and turned out to be an excellent conversationalist, offering tips of places to visit in his charming town.

MOMPOX entrance sign

MOMPOX entrance sign. Thanks for the photo, Manuel!

The late afternoon light brought a good opportunity to see the sights and photograph the town without the crowds or distractions of a normal weekday. As evening fell, the gothic tower of Iglesia Santa Barbara glowed like an ornate castle, while families walked together along the river: the perfect accompaniment to a parkside meal of empanadas, salad, juice and pan de bono.

Iglesia Santa Barbara

playing futbol under the glow of Iglesia Santa Barbara

Day 2 in Magical Mompox

Since it seemed the night view of Iglesia Santa Barbara wasn’t enough to see all of its beauty, in the early hours, another visit was prompted by the sound of roosters crowing.

Iglesia Santa Barbara in the morning

Iglesia Santa Barbara in the morning: Buenos dias, hermosa.

Walking before the gold and white facade, which beamed like the morning sun, it was easy to see why this church was included among the images selected for the Colombia is Magical Realism international campaign.

San Augustin, don't confuse it with Santa Barbara

San Augustin, don’t confuse it with Santa Barbara

After a leisurely breakfast of fresh maracuya juice, pan de queso, café tinto and mango slices with salt and lime, more walking around revealed the local and lively side to Mompox after a festivo Monday.

breakfast with books

breakfast with books and juice: write on

The Magdalena river flowed quickly on the malécon as schoolchildren bounded out of class just after noon next to the Iglesia San Francisco.

This girl was excited to tell her mom, waiting on a moto, about her grades

This girl was excited to tell her mom, waiting on a moto, about her stellar grades

Hungry for lunch, the friendly calls of “a la orden,” from the staff of Comedor Costeño brought a curiosity for this reputable eatery, where they were happy to accommodate a vegetarian diet. Diving into a generous portion of savory coconut rice, salad, quesillo (cheese) and patacón (with a fried egg on the side), plus a chilled Club Colombia ($8000 plate, $3000 cerveza + tip), street dogs watched diners devour their portions while the river flowed quickly beside the al fresco dining area.

Comedor Costeño

Comedor Costeño, gracias for your amistad y comida!

Following lunch, Manuel messaged he was up for some English conversation, and another visit to his mother’s tienda seemed a perfect way to pass the afternoon. As the strong Colombian sun made its way across the store’s enormous windows and massive doors, the conversation flowed from names of fruits and common dishes to country traditions and popular US music. It was a sheer blessing to meet a native Momposian who also spoke excellent English.


The model iglesia Manuel made in school

Eventually, Manuel left for his evening job, prompting a walk back to the hostel lit by the dusk sky and time to stop for a quick dinner, before going to bed early for the 6:00 am morning bus for Cartagena. With it’s six-and-a-half hour bumpy transport to another UNESCO Heritage Site in Colombia, the bus service is not known for any type of on-board meals.

with Manuel and his Mom

with Manuel and his Mom at Heladeria La Liberta

As the droves of locals headed to the plazas in front of the churches, Khalilieh Parrilla Bar offered tahini, pita, falafel and other reasonably-priced Arabian small plates.  Accompanied by a friendly waiter asking questions to practice his English at the riverside table, a surprise ending to the meal was presenting him with a $20,000 COP for which he did not have more than $10,000 change, so the $3,000 COP drink and service was “gratis.”

Parilla Mompox

Khalilieh Parrilla Bar photo ©2015 TripAdvisor

Walking back to Casa Sol de Agua, the night breezes lifted the chill from the Magdalena River into the air of Mompox. Strangely, it seemed relevant that the server at Khalilieh had no change – almost iconic or spooky in a metaphorical way. Like casually forfeiting the cost of the drink, such is life on a secluded, historic island, where, sometimes, change really is non-existent, both in money and in time.

Mompox mural

Mompox mural depicting the buildings, river… and a few smiling sloths



Happiness is a Hammock in Colombia

In the busyness of a fulfilling life – from doing work we enjoy to celebrating monumental moments to maintaining healthy relationships, perhaps one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves in our living is the luxury of a day off. If we can afford the time (and sometimes cost), there is often unbridled pleasure in just relaxing, recharging the human battery, and feeling grateful for the opportunity to do so.


“Find a culture where loafing is the order of the day and where they don’t understand our need to be constantly doing things. Find somewhere you can have a hammock holiday.” – Tom Hodgkinson, British writer b. 1968

The people of Colombia are considered to be some of the happiest in the world. Living here nearly three years, it’s become apparent that even the hardest-working person – from the avocado street vendors to the leaders of community organizations, will take a day off to savor their beautiful country and relajarse (such a lovely Spanish word!)


Welcome (mocktail) to Colombia!

Nine reasons why Colombia is one of the world’s happiest countries

When your main focus is relaxation, nothing seems better than a day swinging in a hammock. Swaying along, sipping a coconut drink, listening to palm leaves rustle overhead in a cool Caribbean breeze. Ahhh…this is the life, and for many, real life. Chosen life. Life looked at through a snorkeling mask or $5.00 replica “designer” sunglasses bought on the beach. Life to love.


Lanchas line up early in Bocagrande

A day trip to Hotel Palmarito Beach was the perfect blend of relaxation, fun and plenty of hammock time on a recent Sunday afternoon. Meeting friends in front of the Nuevo Hospital Bocagrande, a lancha from the hotel made the quick and easy trip across the sea, returning to the island of Tierra Bomba. Our group arrived to a large dock, where we watched local kids practicing backflips into the deep blue water.


Arriving with the always-happy Richy

Escorted by the cheerful boat staff to the main entrance, we received a delicious welcome “mocktail” of fresh juice before making our way to the shimmering pool next to the hotel, reachable by walking through a large grassy area where tall palm trees and colorful hammocks beckoned as they swayed in the breeze.


Poolside peeps

After an hour splashing and swimming in the crystal waters, our lunch arrived, served family-style at a large table. The most typical meal – seafood soup followed by fried fish, patacón, coconut rice and salad, with refreshing agua de panela – is almost prerequisite for a day at the beach in Colombia. Our group savored every bite, enhanced with fresh lime, and cleaned our plates before deciding a hammock would be the best way to digest this meal.


Tasty fish lunch served family-style

Read this great blog post from VulnerableTraveler.com about Couchsurfing in Cartagena

Settling into a colorful, handwoven creation is like being hugged by everything that makes Colombia amazing. The sweet smell of soft fibers and tangy sea salt envelope your body as you drift off for your afternoon nap. Breathe deep, taking in some prahna, considered to be the vital force of both the individual body and the universe.

An optimist is a man who plants two acorns and buys a hammock. – Jean de Lattre de Tassigny, French military commander, 1889 – 1952

After about an hour, our party arose from our hammocks, feeling grateful there was still some time left in the day. We walked a few steps to the beachfront of Hotel Palmarito and enjoyed an awakening dip in the Caribbean sea, complete with a skyline view of Bocagrande. Briny, blue-green waters soothed our sun-kissed skin before we emerged, heading for one of several giant shaded beds on the sand to enjoy yet another tasty fruit drink.


Richy in the ocean, Bocagrande in the background

As the day came to an end and the boat staff rounded up our group, we thanked the owner of the hotel for this delightful experience on Tierra Bomba. Boarding our sturdy lancha, we reveled in seeing the dark clouds that narrowly missed our hammock oasis, leaving an after-downpour show, complete with a brilliant rainbow.


A life to love.

Innovation + Inspiration at the 6th Biennial CLIL Symposium

CLIL Barranquilla

Header for the event on the CLIL Symposium website photo: ©CLIL Symposium

The 6th Biennial CLIL Symposium, hosted by Universidad de La Sabana, Pearson Colombia and University del Norte took place on the picturesque campus of UniNorte in Barranquilla the weekend of September 9th, 2016. The event kicked off with an opening speech from Pía Osorio, Director of the Instituto de Idiomas at UniNorte, followed by a keynote session from consultant and trainer Phil Ball. Following Ball’s impressive lecture on the three dimensions of content for assessment in CLIL, the day continued with informative presentations, which symposium participants selected from and attended at their leisure.


Teachers from Gimnasio Cartagena de Indias with Phil Ball

An inspiring presentation from Yudis Contreras Martínez, a Language Professor teaching English, Literature and Hispanic Culture at the University of Cartagena, highlighted her project from SUNY-Oneonta, where students interacted virtually to develop relationships with students in Colombia, as part of the international project with Kansai University utilizing communication and cultural connections through COIL (Collaborative, Online, International Program) blended activities.


With the inspiring Yudis Contreras Martínez

Next, a lively CLIL Question and Answer Session from symposium keynote speaker and author David Marsh, involved many curiosities and inquiries from event participants, as well as dashes of humor about global learning procedures and practices. Despite the overall sense of joviality in the session, Marsh was able to convey several meaningful and focused aspects on the importance of understanding and applying CLIL for both trainers and learners.


David Marsh assists CLIL symposium guests in an activity. Photo: © CLIL Symposium

After a lengthy lunch break and second keynote session from Mary Schleppegrell on language and meaning across disciplinary cultures, an excellent presentation from UniNorte professor Trey Erwin about using CLIL as a method to teach international business students in Colombia how to write online business content, was rich with current trends in hashtags, keywords and phrases. Offering helpful information on to boost social media connections and get content noticed, as well as educating adult learners as part of the ongoing process, Erwin delivered some excellent, original ideas.


Twitter and Facebook for Business Posts with Trey Erwin

The first day of the symposium wrapped up nicely with cocktails and light hors d’oeuvres at Restaurante 1966, as slightly exhausted but clearly inspired educators and speakers mingled together, snapping photos and exchanging contact information.


Enjoying the Symposium with Gimnasio Cartagena de Indias teachers Leonis and Mahida

On day two of the 6th Biennial CLIL Symposium, participants were treated to more keynote speakers and breakout sessions, again selecting from a list of informative lectures on a variety of topics.


While attendance on day two seemed a bit lower, with a shorter break for lunch and a typical coastal rainstorm drenching the UniNorte campus, the CLIL Symposium continued to deliver exceptional ideas for learning and teaching throughout the afternoon.


Deborah Short: “How to Integrate Academic Language Learning with Subject Area Topics”

A final presentation from Deborah Short addressed the question “What Can CLIL Learn from Sheltered Instruction Research?” while closing ceremony attendees listened intently, adding ideas to their notepads. As the event ended with final photos and goodbyes, the overall consensus showed most of those participating were grateful for the opportunity to be a part of the 2016 CLIL Symposium which, as overhead by one individual, was an innovative and inspirational success.


Sweet treats from Agora and Students of Economics at UniNorte


The Simplest Pleasure in Centro: Renting a Bike in Cartagena

If visiting the UNESCO World Heritage city Cartagena de Indias is in your near future, one simple pleasure — along with the sightseeing excursions, relaxing beach days and savoring the incredible flavors of the Colombian coast —  comes highly recommended from locals and tourists alike: rent a bike!


Instagram, August 29, 2016

A bicycle, in addition to being a great way to exercise during a visit to this 483 year-old city on the Caribbean sea, is a great way to get around, see more of real life and enjoy a sunny afternoon or breezy evening. While the beach is a popular choice for cruising, or the newly-developed Malécon near the airport for more lengthy riding and bike ramps, it’s suggested to start in Centro, the historic downtown area, and work your way out, venturing beyond the walled city.


Colors and Cocktails, a definite thumbs up!

Bicycles in Cartagena can be rented easily and inexpensively, ranging in price by the hour from $5,000 to $20,000 COP (about $1.50 to $7.00 USD). Usually, the cost depends on your source and their degree of selection; bicycles range from standard, almost military-issue push bikes with squeaky tires and small, stiff seats, to newer (and more exclusive) beach cruisers or trek bikes, with knobby tires, comfortable seats, and convenient baskets.


Read about the weekly Ciclovía, that closes the busy streets of Bogotá for bicycles

One location to try is near Parque de Bolivar, around Calle 33 #3-5, across the street from upscale boutique Ketty Tinoco. While this bike rental business does not appear to have a name nor a storefront, the kind and humorous owner and his family are always ready to rent their bikes, which range in selection from kids sizes to adult tandems (kid seat optional).


There are usually bikes in front of the green awnings

Present your identification (valid passport or Colombian cedula), and let them know how long you expect to be gone. When you return, someone will exchange your ID for payment, in cash of course, with exact change preferred.

Other bike rentals throughout the city may be found in Getsemani, like Bike & Arts at #10-23 on popular Calle Media Luna, where many hostels on the street rent from their personal stock. Independent shops include Cartagena de Indias Bike Rental & Touring, at Carrera 10 #36-2 a 36-66, or you can just walk and ask for the nearest bike rental, as many of the legit shops go unadvertised.

Costeños Shakira and Carlos Vives with their hit song “La Bicicleta”

Bicycling for leisure or focused exercise can be tricky in Centro and around Cartagena. Old cobblestone streets challenge even the knobbiest of tires, with taxis and other vehicles rarely yielding to any “right of way.” It is advised to leave the sidewalk to the pedestrian tourists, however you may occasionally find yourself hopping the curb to dodge a treacherous fender.


One fun option is to ride on top of the murallas, the eleven kilometers of walls, built by African slaves during the rule of the Spanish Crown, that wrap around the center of the city.


Thumbs up for Las Murallas

Read about the latest pride and joy of Colombia: Tour de France winner Jarlinson Pantano

While you may have to occasionally dismount and walk (and of course be courteous of pedestrians), the walls provide an excellent pathway for cycling as you see the beauty of Cartagena. Be sure to stop for a beverage somewhere: vendors on the wall offer cold drinks and snacks, to stay hydrated and refreshed in the hot Caribbean climate.

As you may have already guessed, it’s recommended to dress in cool, comfortable clothing, like shorts and a breathable shirt, with a sun-blocking hat (if you forgo the bike helmet which many places offer with the rental) and sensible sandals or shoes. Keep in mind that even the most snug flip flops tend to go flying if you pedal too fast.


Plaza Santa Teresa, forever picturesque!

As your bike rental time winds down, if you synchronize the hour just right, you’ll be able to catch one of the gorgeous sunsets over the ocean, which edges many parts of the historic city. Set yourself up for some excellent photos, or just watch as the sky shifts, on a typical tropical evening, from pure blue to fiery orange, finishing with a rich violet as the sun melts into the vast horizon. As dusk creeps over the city, and lamp posts begin to glow on colorful street scenes, climb back on your bike, riding slowly in the night air, and savor those remaining minutes before surrendering your two-wheeled wonder.


Fiery sunset sky over the Caribbean Sea




Steady-Growing Sands of Playa Blanca


A lancha named for my friend Andrea in Bogotá

Living on the Caribbean coast of Colombia has it’s advantages, like being less than an hour from paradise, notably the white sand beaches of Playa Blanca on Isla Barú. Each visit to this magical island often reminds the visitor of the beauty of nature and the ocean, even if for just one night.


Chillin in front of Los Corales

Traveling via bus from the center of Cartagena to Pasacaballos and then by taxi to the beach, 12:30 p.m. was an excellent arrival time: the beach was still filling with people, and the sun beamed brightly through billowy white clouds on a bright blue sky.

Heading north on the shore, past the crowds of families and vendors, finding a cabaña at Las Aventuras de Pipocho was a wise choice before a quick change from clothes and a refreshing swim in clear sparkling waters.


Humble cabaña at Las Aventuras de Pipocho

After a few hours, salt-water logged and hungry, finding lunch on Playa Blanca was easy, due to the many new restaurants and hostels recently built on the once-open shores of this beautiful oasis.


Walking only a few meters along the blue waves dotted with rocky white coral, the menu from Dios es Todos featured several vegetarian options, including a “burger” with fries, at a reasonable cost for the beach, where vendors tend to hike prices due to transport and storage. After a ten minute wait, the food arrived, hot and fresh: a grilled protein patty and fried egg, fresh lettuce and tomato, nudged between soft bread; tasty and satisfying after a good swim.


Tengo hambre! I’m hungry!

Hours later, after suntanning, snorkeling among black and white striped fish and diving down to view bits of red ruffled sponge (Teichaxinella sp.), a cool bucket shower and clean clothes meant being night-ready and revived. During a second walk down the beach at happy hour, Reggae music played while beach dwellers settled into chaise lounges to watch the sun set, sipping cocktails and savoring the last bits of the day.


Snorkel-happy, swimming with fishes

In the past two years, construction on Playa Blanca has been growing at gazelle-like speeds, with hostels competing for space in front of one another, or building skyward, adding third floors to their already bulging edifices. Coctelerias kiosks have been replaced with full eateries, and even the coco loco stands have given way to full bars.


And before 2015, there were no buildings, only the big tree

Memories of picnics with friends under a tall tree with very few buildings nearby have faded, replaced by crammed palm-roofed palcos and hostels offering tent space on the surrounding sands.


Two years ago, considering a second job with Blachete

Those returning after a visit to Playa Blanca can only wonder how long it will be before these bamboo and wood buildings, some of them three-deep at varying intervals, overtake the shores completely. Still, if you can find your solitude in a small space, it is a sweet place for an overnight, as the sky fills with stars and the air surrenders to a slightly cool breeze.

With its turquoise, briny water at warm bath-like temperatures, the sea surrounding the beach is a waist-waders dream for sheer relaxation.


Boats start work with the sunrise

Morning arrived like a warm, wet blanket, as the electricity to the cabaña had some how been cut during the night, leaving the hours between five and seven a.m. to rise in temperature with the sun. A sweaty walk down the beach, which was filling again with people, brought delicious coffee and juice at Bar Zion before another few hours in the ocean.


Buenos dias con café de Colombia

With its turquoise, briny water at warm bath-like temperatures, the sea surrounding the beach is a dream for those seeking sheer relaxation. Likewise, watching paddle boarders and kite surfers submit to the seawater in physical activity was motivating, but the best decision was welcoming the buñelo lady with her golden nuggets of delicious fried corn meal, served with a slice of chilled quesito blanco in a paper napkin: the perfect little start to another coastal day.


Hangin’ with the Buñelo lady. Delicious!

A few hours later, the beach swarmed busily with happy people reveling in a festivo Monday. Taking a last glance at the little local paradise, a taxi back to Cartagena left the crowds to clamor for shade under umbrellas and tarps, wishing them all “buenas tarde” on the steady-growing sands of Playa Blanca.


For all [that is] evil in the sea, [is] all good too

36 Hours in Guadalajara

Saying “adios” to Puerto Vallarta on a Tuesday morning, heading towards Guadalajara by bus, the terrain along the drive was beautiful as the landscape changed from beaches and palm trees to mountains and thick greens. Arriving behind schedule, the bus sank into deep traffic surrounding the capitol of Jalisco, joining work commuters as congestion grew on the main connectors of this well-traveled city.


Xoloitzcuintli street art outside a Centro café

After securing accommodations, I headed out into the busy streets of Centro in search of some delicious Méxican food for dinner, heading once again towards Mercado San Juan de Dios, the largest market in Latin America, with 40,000 square meters of vendor stalls, boutiques, artists and eateries.


Coaches line up outside Mercado Libertad, or Mercado San Juan de Dios

Among the many counters available, Fonda Maru offers plump, breaded chile rellenos from a display piled high with dark green poblano peppers stuffed with cheese. After heating a skillet with oil and a bright red tomato salsa, the cook selected a pepper from the display, swirling in the poblano in the bubbly sauteé. He fried the pepper to golden perfection, serving it a la carte in a colorful ceramic bowl, with a side of warm corn tortillas and a few salsas.


Delicious, drippy food from Fonda Maru

The following day, I returned to Mercado San Juan just after lunchtime, when the counters would be less crowded but the morning food would still be fresh. A persuasive woman beckoned patrons to Mariscos Brisa, offering several tempting options, including empanadas, tacos and tostadas. At her recommendation, I ordered an empanada with fish and shrimp, and a taco with fried shrimp, as well as a Cerveza Tecate with lime and salt. She placed a place of saltines and a few tostadas on the counter with some diced cucumber tossed in lime, cilantro and Tajin to enjoy while waiting.


one of many corners of Mariscos Brisa

Hollering across to the two eateries across from hers, the hostess dispersed the order to the other counters of Mariscos Brisa. About 10 minutes later, two hot empanadas, stuffed generously with fish and shrimp arrived, along with several chiles and salsas. “Try this one!” she raved with a smile, “My father makes it in our home.”


Amazing empanadas and cerveza in a styrofoam soup cup

The tangy brown sauce was rich with roasted onion, salty spices and smoky chipotle, definitely worth tasting. A few minutes later, the taco arrived, stuffed with several fried shrimp, shredded lettuce, cabbage and tomato. My mouth did a little Mexican hat dance among the savoriness of this late lunch.


La Doña offering Pata de Mula with a smile

Between sips of cold Tecate, I relished every bite, watching as the ladies lure hungry shoppers to their counters. Mariscos Brisa features some curious dishes on their menu like Vuelve de La Vida and Pata de Mula, the latter being a deceiving name for a rich-flavored, dark-colored oyster. The hostess gladly cracked open a Pata de Mula, showing off one of many way it is prepared and served. Finally, $100 MXN ($5.00 USD) later, I thanked her generously for this simple but delicious experience.


Fruit haven inside Mercado San Juan del Dios

Winding through the cramped stalls and corridors of San Juan del Dios, shoppers seem pleasantly overwhelmed by the colors, textures, sights and sounds of the giant marketplace, which literally sells nearly anything. There appears to be an order to the chaos, with departments cloistered near one another including leather goods, sportswear, cellular accessories, handcrafted textiles, housewares, and – in the most olfactory-arousing area – perfumes and beauty products.


A small sampling of beautiful handcrafts

One smiling vendor offered an array of embroidered goods, including the flowered cinturons (belts) that compliment the blouses popular in México, bargaining fair prices for the purchase of two. Heading out of the market, it was hard to resist ordering a cold alfalfa auga fresca, one of many delicious natural juices offered among the produce vendors of the first floor open air market.

A short walk led to nearby Plaza Tapatia, a sprawling city park with several beautiful sculptures and memoirs of the building of Guadalajara, including the large Coast of Arms from Carlos V. Popular with the locals, this large gathering place also serves as an outdoor showroom for artisans and merchants, where curious children duck behind their parents, eyes wide to tourists and potential customers.


Carlos V Coat of Arms in Plaza Tapatia

The rest of the afternoon was spent roaming the Centro along Avendia Juarez, one of the main thoroughfares in Guadalajara, capturing photos in Plaza de las Armas, including an image first taken in 2012, in front of the historic Cathedral, on a premiere visit to this glorious landmark of the city.


In the evening, after the rains had cooled the night air, people filled the streets again, many heading out for drinks and desserts. Meeting a former student (now friend) at Chai Centro, we conversed over a menu of small plates and snacks (like chicharos, dried green peas) plus an array of beverages, from coffee to craft beers.


Beautiful cathedral after an evening’s rain


Tamarindo and Tequila Martini, chicharos and a café Americano

Early the next morning, boarding an InterJet flight with several stops to Mexico City and Bogotá, and a change to LATAM airlines, the ending in Cartagena was well-anticipated. While the Mexico City change was brief, the wait in Bogotá was about four hours, a bit too long when the final flight home was less than two hours.


Kerry (left) and Andrea (right)

However, a long layover did provide time to meet with two exceptional women: Andrea, a former WorldTeach Colombia 2014 volunteer and current teacher-traveler, and Kerry, owner of Sipsi Maria Bwtic, an online boutique supporting art and design to gain respect and value as artists both nationally and internationally.

After inspiring conversation and a quick lunch at Colombia’s popular Crepes and Waffles, the final connection began on the journey home to Cartagena. As the LATAM jet took off, settling in with the July issue of VAMOS magazine featuring colorful articles on Barcelona and Cuba, ideas began stirring for the next adventure following this glorious Summer Vacation 2016.


Nos Vemos, Puerto Vallarta

“A farewell is necessary before you can meet again.” – Richard Bach, American novelist


Good Morning, pretty city

While a visit to Puerto Vallarta is synonymous with sunny beach days and breezy nights, it helps to have some activity, perhaps even physical motivation, from the normal seaside vacation. Discovering Star-Mex Fitness and Aerial Silks was the perfect distraction from sunscreen and sand. From the first inversion in the silks with acrobatic and trainer Dahn Vallarta Centeno to the twists and swings of momentum that followed, it became obvious this is not a practice for the faint at heart.


Dahn shows off his expert climbing skills

read more about Star-Mex and Dahn Vallarta in Bay Vallarta magazine online

Dahn, who previously performed (and also trained dolphins) with Vallarta Adventures, offers several classes a day as well as private lessons, making this is a great alternative for any tourist or traveler who misses their workout but doesn’t want to feel like a gym rat on vacation. Celebrities like Pink, who first performed in silks during the 2010 Grammys, know the core-strengthening benefits of this sport; after a day session, its easy to understand why she’s a fan.


Thanks for the lift, Star-Mex!

If gliding in fabric over a small studio space isn’t your forté, you could try an eco-adventure for a vacation change. My opportunity, while not part of an actual tour, happened by chance with two friends who have started a debris-collecting and recycling company that peruses business piles after hours, resourcefully and responsibly turning trash into income.


A margarita before we head out for some recyclables

With some clever names in the works for licensing, the partnership traverses the streets of downtown Puerto Vallarta, as well as nearby Pitillal, aggregating cardboard, aluminum and plastic, then sorting the goods for cash.


A quick taco break between shifts!

While not a new concept to the modern world, recycling remains a non-competitive venture in many parts of Puerto Vallarta, despite some volunteer efforts to clean up the historic town. With some businesses in Vallarta are still perfecting earth-friendly practices, there is chance for a burgeoning and profitable business in the future if these two stick to their “green” plan.


Mouthwatering botanos from La Mesa del Coco

For the final day in Puerto Vallarta, aside from wrapping up details and securing bus travel to Guadalajara, meeting with friends once again at La Mesa del Coco was a low-key, local way to pass the afternoon, playing dominoes and enjoying delicious offerings from the bar.


Singing as the sun sets, buenas noche to another day

A final walk along the Malecon to enjoy a cloudy sunset, snack on a creamy cup of elote with cheese and salsa, and make a few purchases, including a colorful blanket and a woven basket from Alfareria Tlaquepaque, a huge treasure trove /store of gifts and classic Mexican households.


Colors! Gracias, Alfarería Tlaquepaque

Walking through the 5 de diciembre neighborhood early in the morning, with a heavy suitcase and an equally heavy heart, I said goodbye once again, knowing Puerto Vallarta will probably always be here, ready to rejuvenate or relax the spirit, and remembering that “Adios” means both hello and goodbye.


Calle Colombia and my house in the background…coincidence? Probably not


Mixto in Quimixto and Puerto Vallarta

Flying from Tijuana to Puerto Vallarta on a Thursday, the two airports boasted their share of travelers, many enjoying the Mexican holidays of summer. After a comfortable, fast flight with Volaris airlines, I arrived in Puerto Vallarta just in time to catch a bus into the Centro as the after-work traffic had thinned out.


50 steps up… with luggage!

A 50-stair climb carved from hillside and stone led to a small apartment with outstanding views of the ocean and sunset. After unpacking, a quick walk to 60-year old Restaurant “Lolita”, where a delicious meal of sopes and cold Corona was devoured for less than $100 pesos (about $8.00 US) . Even though this small, historical eatery sits right on the main avenue, it lacks the trendy prices of the Malécon, serving comfort Mexican food, even until the late hours, if you knock quietly and the cook is still willing.


Sopes at Restaurante “Lolita”

Friday night in Puerto Vallarta almost always means a party, with weekend revelry and tourists visiting the area. Meeting at La Mesa del Coco (est. 1986), we celebrated the birthday of our friend Calamardo with an asado of grilled steak and shrimp, followed by an incredibly rich cheesecake-like pastel, complete with a candle that took several attempts to ignite (sparkler-type, beware!)


Love this place!

The evening wrapped up nicely with a walk along the waterfront of Bahia de Banderas, watching families pose for photos, avoiding vendors shouting “Hey amiga, free tequila!” and a final salute of fireworks from the replica pirate ship Marigalante.


Loading the panga at Boca de Tomatlan


Unloading the panga at Quimixto

A day trip to the small village of Quimixto brought gentle adventure and the type of green paradise that causes you to appreciate nature. Meeting Calamardo by the OXXO (corner of Basillo Badillo and Constitucion in Old Town), we took a half-hour bus ride along the ocean’s coast towards Mismaloya, stopping at a few hotels before getting off at Boca de Tomatlan. After helping our water taxi driver load supplies for the day’s haul into the panga, we set off for about a ten minute ride to Quimixto.


Bruno “working” on the beach in Quimixto

Arriving to a long, white sand beach, we were greeted by Bruno, whose owner manages Los Cocos, a delicious dining establishment on the beach, and part of the same family from La Mesa del Coco. After unloading the boat, we were offered a horse and mule to ride to the nearby waterfall.


Mounted up and ready to go

Following a twenty minute journey through some fairly narrow crevices and several shallow rivers, we approached a small lake with a waterfall at one end. Local burro handler, Nacho, who has lived in Quimixto for over 25 years, tied our horses together as we navigated across wet terrain and rushing waves.


Bienvenidos to the cascada

To some surprise, the island-dwellers have taken over the area, slightly stifling the feel of nature. The bridge to cross and footpath into the water, pretty much the only way into the cool pool below, are “owned” by the restaurant nearby, with signs posted asking for payment to sit at their tables regardless of a purchase. While others have criticized this harshly, we were able to cross over without a hassle, and an owner of the restaurant kindly approached us at one point, ensuring our camera was safe on the rocks while we relaxed in the water.


Hola, baby horse! Photo © Darren Woodward 2016

After the waterfall, we rode back to Los Cocos to enjoy a mountain of delicious, fresh ceviche, crisp tostadas and cold beer, watching the afternoon slide by as workers noshed on late lunches nearby. Returning by the same water taxi, we picked up several families with babies, supplies and pets, ducking into small beach coves as we made our way back to Boca de Tomatlan.


Ceviche mountain and cold cervezas

Many thanks to Oscar, our friendly, helpful guide and part of the family that owns La Mesa del Coco and Los Cocos!


Feliz en la vida, how could we not be?!


All I Wanna is Tijuana

santa-feDeparting from Sacramento for SAN via LAX on an early Saturday morning, the short American Airlines flight touched down in sunny San Diego, with travel to beautiful Santa Fe Station made easy by the city trolley. Reuniting with my awesome travel partner, we took the trolley to San Ysidro, crossing the border into Tjuana, México by the pedestrian entry.

Read here about the new pedestrian entry between the US and Mexico


Travel Partners 4 Life Yo

Our first stop was Playas de Tijuana for delicious artisan pizza from Horno 320 and a walk along the cliffside malecón towards the border line. Curious to try the chatarra of Baja-California, we shared some Tostilocos: a wild concoction of Tostitos, peanuts, cubed cheese, onion, jicama, salsa and salty-sweet dried pieces of tamarindo known as chacachaca. Tostilocos are inexplicably not so good for your body, but really great for your soul. ¡K rrriccoo!


Cha cha Chaca chaca

Sunday was a trip from TJ to San Diego, where All-Star 2016 MLB festivies were in full (bat) swing. Finding coffee in Horton Park Plaza, watching a yoga group perform two-person asanas, and finally walking to Bub’s in the Ballpark district for food and drinks, the day concluded with an incredible reunion with a high-school friend from 30 years ago.


See you in another 30 years, Dion!

Monday my travel partner and I ventured out to find a favorite hidden restaurant, only to (sadly) discover it was closed. The alternative, Alma Verde, with its cold pressed juices and vegan dishes was an excellent choice, and a welcome surprise to this first-time visit in Tijuana.


A squash au gratin appetizer, followed by a minty quinoa salad with crusty bread and cayenne-pepper limonada was the perfect fresh combination for an early afternoon dinner. Next, we visited the impressive galleries and sculpture gardens of the Tijuana Cultural Center (CECUT), featuring the only IMAX cinema in Tijuana, known as La Bola (“The Ball”).


Nothing beats a fake-looking Star Wars background in Mexico!

Tuesday was a day trip adventure through Baja-California, with a few stops along the picturesque coast. Driving from Tijuana to Rosarita and Ensenanda, we stopped for coffee and a walk along the waterfront, posing for obligatory photos under the famous giant bandera: a landmark for cruise ships and tourists.


Driving along Mexico’s beautiful coast


Overlooking the homes on the coast. Viva Jesus!


Ensenada marina with my friends in the background


Shine on, Mexico!

Continuing on to not find Bufadora but instead proceed directly to Valle de Guadalupe, we arrived to a tour of La Chetto winery, one of the oldest and largest in México. After the tour, our guide Rodrigo educated our group on the varieties of wines available by the vineyard, and poured hefty glasses for our group to taste. ¡Fine Wine in México, hijole!


La Chetto, divino vino!

Lunch was an indulgent meal at picturesque restaurant Latitud 32, including Yucatan-inspired mixed ceviche and Mackerel-stuffed Papadzules, as we took in the beautiful view of the Vinos El Cielo vineyard and surrounding mountains.


Delicious food with an amazing view

Before heading home, we visited La Casa Doña Lupe, an environmentally-conscious vineyard, restaurant and farm, where we sampled several cheeses, dips and jellies before settling on a platano-chocolate marmalade and an apple-habanero spread.


Dona Lupe – we tasted every one of these!

A visit to Tijuana seems incomplete without a walk along Avenida Revolucion and the predictable photo mounted on Mexican mythological creature, the Zonkey, or Zebra Burro. This wide, centuries-old street lined with restaurants, souvenir shops, and discotecas ends at the Monumental Arch, created in 2000 to welcome visitors to Zona Centro. After snapping several silly shots with Paco and his tacky accoutrements, we found our way into a small group of modern eateries offering specialty tacos, Asian bowls and Italian fusion.


Ready for the revolution with LM and Paco the Zonkey

For the last evening out in TJ, a visit to Plaza Fiesta revealed the hipster side of Tijuana, with clusters of bars and drinkeries, less busy on a weekday night than its regular packed weekends. Winding our way through, we landed at Puerto El Sauzal, sampling a few fine craft beers before settling on the flavorful Pescador Blonde Wheat and hefty Del Puerto Brown Porter. Rounding out our night: a midnight snack of quesadillas and tacos at Restaurante Mexicanos, a legendary 24-hour diner.


loooovvvee horchata and quesadilla de maiz con napolitos mmm

Wrapping up this adventure, it’s easy to say that a visit this reputable Mexican city was an amazing surprise. While it seems possible to find the cliché town depicted in films like La Bamba, with tequila-swilling, mustached hombres in giant somberos and skinny dogs howling to foul guitars, it feels as if the old Tijuana is quickly being usurped by new versatile culture. Boasting impressive international events, remarkable fusion dining and an array of diverse nightlife, the July issue of Volaris magazine may be correct, with Tijuana a top contender as the next cosmopolitan mecca.


Oie, Frida, Tijuana es GO!


Sactown, Tacos and Time

“There is no secret—or magic, as they like to call it—to their friendship. It’s just unconditional love.”
-Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (2001)

The mid-way point of summer vacation has revealed that if all roads lead to home, your home is simply your heart, as long as it is filled with love. Continuing on from ATL/DFW to SMF -> touching down in the capital city of California, meant a long-awaited hug from a wonderful friend, who drove directly from the Sacramento airport to taqueria La Fiesta, to indulge in delicious tacos and spicy micheladas.


3 years later, Mario still makes great micheladas!

Waking up in the USA on the 4th of July provided a wave of patriotic delight synonymous with being in my home country on it’s birthday. An afternoon venture to Thrift Town for their annual Independence (From High Prices) Day sale meant grabbing up bargains and a few souvenirs (29 cents for a sweet mini American flag). The afternoon brought a visit with Vespa owner/State worker mom, Trysh (plus a slow-motion departure crash through her apartment gates), confirming true friends often provide as much sparkle and shine as any holiday fireworks.


Twinning in striped tops with Trysh, selfie-time!

Another tradition making this visit to Sacramento exceptional was dining out on Taco Tuesday, when restaurants throughout the city offer happy hour specials, including long-time favorite Azul Mexican Food and Tequila Bar. Joining a long-separated friend, we noshed on tacos, traditional sopes and empanadas, before calling it an early night.


La Favorita con cerveza Victoria daaaaaa

Although it’s true Sacramento has some of the most authentic taquerias far north of the border, a two-hour drive to San Francisco brought a completely different palate, from the city that rarely disappoints with an array of cuisines and unique locations. Driving into downtown across the not-quite-finished Bay Bridge, we admired the view of the city at dusk, with Alcatraz island casting eerie shadows and little lights dancing against a deepening blue sky.


Shizen Vegan Sushi Bar and Izakaya provided the perfect place to delight in decadent (moderatetly-priced) hand-crafted artisan meat-free dishes. From the salty-perfection of miso soup and a chewy, bright green seaweed salad, to plated faux sushi and deep ramen bowls, our party was happy with this Bay Area eatery.


Our table, comprised of original San Francisco Scooter Girls, minus founder Jennifer and a few other members, made our dinner a mini-celebration, collectively giving thanks for each other and our many personal transitions in life over the past twelve years.


The week in Sacramento passed quickly with sunny, slow mornings by the pool and late, saucy evenings out on the town. Regretfully, work and schedules (theirs not mine) meant missing many good friends, but squeezing in time to meet with others, including a night at Midtown standard Shady Lady Saloon, with it’s tasty cocktails, like the White Linen, a drink rumored to have been created at Ella, also located in Sacramento.

White Linen

· 1 ½ oz gin (try Broker’s Dry)
· ½ oz St. Germain Elderflower Liquor
· ½ oz Simple Syrup
· 1 oz Lemon Juice
· 5-6 thin slices English cucumber

Combine ingredients in a shaker. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass with ice, top with soda water. Garnish with cucumber. (Thanks, Connoisseur Corner for the recipe!)

Another evening, assembling crafty sisters from the original Sacramento Craft Mafia, including the sweet baby of creative founder Amy (is the Party) Cluck-McAllister, we grazed on Mediterranean-focused dishes at Petra Greek Food, carrying on about numerous topics, such as the best links on Pinterest, the disbandment of our original gang, and the power of craft as therapy, while vowing to reunite in another three years (if not sooner).


Making faces with Jaime at Petra Greek Food in Sacramento

It’s been said that travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer; perhaps to this may be added that travel you buy with time to visit friends makes you immeasurably wealthy. When you realize you are surrounded by people who graciously pick up where you left off, it’s only natural to carry them with you into to the years ahead.


Spectacular, Swift Days of Summer

It seemed as soon as the Delta Jet to Charleston touched down, the American Airlines plane took off, with five days in Atlanta, GA on the horizon. One plush pick-up from the airport by Artemio and Duluth Taxi Service and big, bright Georgia skies stretched for miles beyond interstate 85, heading into the tall trees of Sugar Hill.


with Mark and Jimmy at Wuxtry

A day trip into “the city” meant a visit to Wuxtry records, an Atlanta landmark buying and selling music of nearly every medium since 1978. Conversing with the owner and his summer employee, guitarist for classic Atlanta punk band Neon Christ as my pilot indulged himself like a kid in a candy store, perusing the stacks of vinyl, we left with a Stan Kenton boxed set among the loot.


Settling for a Stan Kenton boxed set and several pre-owned CD’s.

Afternoon lunch at Bravo’s Cantina and Grill, where the friendly staff serves authentic Mexican food, including a tangy, delectable ceviche tostada and perfectly-grilled nopales (cactus) was followed by a quick visit to Mint Julep’s, with its Southern-themed  accoutrements and beauty items like Savannah Bee company lip balm in unique flavors including, appropriately, Mint Julep.


one of the many hilarious signs at Mint Julep’s

Perhaps the greatest part of this visit to Atlanta was reuniting with a friend after 17 years: Renée and I worked together at a tech company in the 1990’s, but has since gone on to raise two awesome kids with her wonderful husband Ryan. Meeting at Dutch Monkey Doughnuts, we devoured several unbelievable gourmet baked goods before heading over to their little house near Lake Lanier filled with love, stuff and three hilarious dachshunds.


Dutch Monkey, I’ve died and gone to Doughnut heaven


Hallelujah for Kahlua


The shiny smiles of the C K Crew

Wrapping up Georgia, the Atlanta airport return trip with Artemio was uneventful… until American Airlines changed the departure gate. Relocating several yards away and settling into an unassuming seat along the wall, I looked up just in time to see Latin Grammy award-winning artist Nicky Jam walk by.


Why yes, Nicky Jam, thanks, I am a fan!

With his undeniable trademark tattoos, I called out, “Hey, Nicky Jam!” to which he replied with a wink. Watching as he turned around and began crossing back, “Nicky Jam,” I said again, struggling to balance my backpack, “will you take a photo with me?” Noticing my wrangling act, he quickly crossed and sat down.

Click here for a biography of Nicky Jam, including news about his first time touring in the US

In two seconds, I snapped a photo with one of my favorite artists, who has recorded with famous singers including Enrique Iglesias and Silvestre Dangon. It was refreshing to meet a megastar who isn’t too busy, arrogant or unaware of others to spare a few seconds for a photo.

Moments later, the American Airlines flight to Sacramento began boarding. In-flight entertainment included the excellent July 2016 Latin Showcase playlist (featuring Nicky Jam), providing some great music as the plane chased the sun along the horizon.

With half a month of travel left, and a heart already grateful for memories of friends, food, and famous singers, this summer vacation is moving along well, with each spectacular day leading swiftly into the next.


tracks image courtesy of American Airlines


All Senses Lead to Summer

Summer Vacation 2016 started early this year, as Janine and Denise from Couchsurfing Atlanta arrived mid-June for a week in Cartagena, Colombia. After greeting them at the airport, and within a few hours of their arrival, Denise and I discovered we worked together at a technology company over 14 years ago, thus concluding that the world is indeed the size of a walnut.


with Deena, Denise, Janine and Maya in the AirBnB apartment

Welcoming a third Couchsurfer, Deena, a few days later, we joined our friend Jésus at his newly-formed Lingo Cartagena language exchange, meeting more travelers and multi-linguists, enjoying the atmosphere of Beiyú Slow Food and Coffee in the Getsemani neighborhood. Following the meeting, we headed out for some street food, finding pincho, also referred to as chuzo, served hot from a cart by Brayan, who posed for photos with us and his dinner-on-a-stick delicacy.


Chuzo es Pincho con Jesus, Deena, Brayan, Johnny and Denise

On a Friday evening, departure from school for the summer was celebrated by riding a Chiva with local company Chocolate Tours, whose jocular emcee and festive on-board band delighted its party-going customers.


Guys from Chile, girls from Chiva

From the gathering point near La Caponera, to the passing of rum and cokes along Laguito, to the stop on Las Murallas where reliable vendor Wilmer provided cold drinks and photo props, the Chiva tour provided yet another fun night out. Ending the tour at Discoteca Taboo, we embraced new friends to bailando the night away.


On Sunday, flying a Delta jet to Charleston, South Carolina meant nine days in the pretty, warm Lowcountry, savoring traditional southern food like irresistible shrimp and grits, boiled peanuts and plenty of sweet tea.  A visit to James Island’s Bohemian Bull one late afternoon brought an incredible crab cake “burger” with fried green tomato, arugula and a spicy-sweet side of slaw.


Bohemian Bull burger!

No visit to “The Island” is complete without several haphazardly-organized meetings with lifelong friends who pick up, and this was no exception. After a few days exploring newly-opened establishments and perusing the aisles of whatever mercado has replaced the long-gone Piggly Wiggly, the slowless of the South took over like kudzu crawling on a curbside mailbox.


Lifelong friends, still looking good after all these years

Fortunately, standard places like Charleston Crab House on the Wappoo Creek provide excellent space for catching up and exchanging stories since our last rendez-vous. Colombia was playing the USA in the semi-finals of CopaAmerica 2016, and several bars on Folly Beach were happy to display the game on their big screens. Finalmente, after 90+ minutes of tension, Ojála! Colombia won, 1-0.


Tagua rings from Colombia, ready to win the partido

As vacation time in Charleston came to an end, the roundup began: embracing lifelong friends, enjoying new connections, waiting a (disappointing) hour for (always delicious) tacos with Bam sauce at Roadside Seafood, breathing in the smell of pluff mud marshes and watching as salt water brine boiled green peanuts, confirming the overall conclusion that all senses lead to summer.


My bestie is probably better than yours, but I’ll still let you borrow her.

Culminate the Great(ness)

A recent post regarding Five More Things to Love About Living in Colombia, prompted several readers to ask about living abroad and maintaining a “normal” life away from your family, customs, country, and all that has been familiar for many years. With more happy days than sad, there are several methods which, when practiced regularly, often culminate into genuine satisfaction in living abroad.

1. Wake up wonderfully

It’s no secret that how we start our day often impacts how the rest of the day will go. One factor that may weigh in on the waking is what we wake up hearing… is it an offensive, beeping alarm? A loud bell or a shrill tone? Keep in mind, this is first sound your conscious mind hears after several hours at a much slower momentum.


daaaa I’m awake now.  photo © smolive.com

My iPhone alarm is set to Fonseca’s Beautiful Sunshine, with a second alarm, thirty minutes, set later to Jimmy Cliff’s I Can See Clearly Now. The logic is that if these two songs don’t put me in a good mood, the day is probably doomed; so far it’s working favorably. Fonseca’s song is a brilliant, tinny blend of guitar and accordion with the Bogota-born singer’s mesmerizing voice.  Jimmy Cliff’s song conveys his carefree spirit through poetic lyrics set to an upbeat tempo, triggering happy reminiscences of childhood days in Antigua, British West Indies.  Now, does picturing Caribbean blue seas and golden sunshine make the day seem doomed? Exactly.

Good Morning Sunshine. photo © mycaribspot.com

Good Morning Sunshine. photo © mycaribspot.com

2. Have Joy in Your Job

Another trick to happier days is discovering a joyful existence in what you already have, even at work. For some, it’s being personally satisfied with the job they do and relating well to those with whom they work. While it may not be their dream job or exactly what they would like to be doing, those who choose to do a job well and are actively engaged, and thankful to be employed, find that this is enough.

Enjoying gifts from my school on Dia de la Maestra

Enjoying gifts from my school on Dia de la Maestra

For others, this idea goes one step further by feeling present, that is, conscious and appreciated in the workplace. Even when the job is difficult, for example, as a teacher in a foreign country, how you choose to view the work can often make a world of difference in what you actually do, and naturally, in what comes as a result of this choice.


It’s all part of the job… Dia del Idioma at school, with award-winning Vallenato artist Dyonnel Velásquez and his band!

3. There’s No Place Like (My Temporary) Home

Finding solitude and comfort in the space where we live can have a tremendous impact on how we go about our days. If we aren’t living in a place we enjoy, or simply consider it comfortable or like being there, then how can we exist among others in communal places? Having lived for years outside of my native country, it’s apparent that one of the big secrets to staying happy is having a place to call home. Even if “home” is a rented apartment with a view of the ocean, a private room with a loving host family, or a sunlit studio hidden away near the airport, a familiar place to retreat to at the end of the day is critical to sustaining happiness.


UNO championship table under the mango tree on the patio

4. Make Mantras, Even by Mistake

Mantras seem to be everywhere these days, even when they are in disguise. Can a mantra be resembled as a meme? Not the goofy ones you see on 9gag, but maybe the deeper ones, or even just the text-on-images Instagram posts. Are they really that different? Some mantras are made by mistake, like a gift from an outside source asking for attention. “Una época para estrenar. Todo los días. Un mundo de alegría.” translates loosely to “A time to release. Everyday. A world of joy.” This was created from a department store flyer, while waiting for a laundry cycle to end, without knowing exactly what it meant: a happy accident, a Mantra by Mistake.


5. Create Reciprocation for Inspiration

Teachers are often recognized for their ability to inspire students as growing young adults – encouraging them to achieve more, or explore who they are and what they want. But what if the students, and the teaching, are the real inspiration: an inspiration that depends on reciprocation? Even when teaching high school feels really difficult, it seems beneficial to try and find the one Inspirational Moment of the Day.

11th grade girls portraying Gabriel Garcia Marquez and friends

11th grade students portraying Gabriel Garcia Marquez and friends for Dia del Idioma

Was it the chatty 7th grader who asked for ICT activities that are more “didactic”? Or perhaps the discovery that Flubaroo really can help manage 200 student grades in just a few mouse clicks. Whatever your vocation is, try to find something that gives you motivation to aspire for more, and thus, the opportunity to return the inspiration. Consider it a win-win for all, even if the game being played is UNO… for the 10th time this week.


Book reviews and cake… another day of inspiration!

Sabor de La Vida y Salchipapas


Gateway to fun! Bienvenidos

Feliz cumpleaños, Barranquilla! On April 7th the city, founded in 1813, celebrated its 203 birthday. While it isn’t quite the 480+ years of Cartagena de Indias, La Arenosa (translation: The Sand), as Barranquilla is often called, is a notable, historic city all its own. Travel guide book publisher Lonely Planet gives Barranquilla a so-so review, basically stating if you don’t go for Carnaval, there is little reason to visit. It is possible the writers at Lonely Planet don’t have many friends who are Barranquilleros: some of the warmest, happiest, ready-to-party people in South America.


The bus passes right by La Troja, dancing in your seat optional

So, while Lonely Planet doesn’t list some of the local landmarks of Barranquilla worth visiting, like La Troja, famous for salsa music and its collection of thousands of rare records, or La Ocho, the area in the south of town known as La Rumba, notorious for its dozens of dance clubs, the review does include some interesting things to do. `


Happy people in Barranquilla, including some WorldTeach volunteers!

Cartageneros will probably agree that Barranquilla is one of those cities that, once you begin visiting frequently, is often difficult to leave. For the past two annual Semana Santas, a mysterious vortex within the 4th largest urban location in Colombia seems to draw me to the home of the family I lived with as a volunteer. Repeatedly, the pull transposes into a longer visit than planned, enhanced by delicious home cooked meals, laughter with neighbors who stop by to visit, and the simple enjoyment of sitting a rocking chair as evening breezes roll across the spacious patio.


Mondongo to Go! Don’t spill it

Spring Break 2016 began with a memorable trip on Berlinas, a reliable go-to bus service for fast, inexpensive transport from Cartagena to Barranquilla. Sitting up front with the driver meant having to hold his lunch container of mondongo for the entire two hour drive. The soup was only spilled after a fast hand-off to the other passenger enjoying the front-seat view of our travel. Arriving to the station, smelling a little like the stomach-lining and vegetables, it was clear this week would be filled with antics and laughter.


Futbol fever

The visit coincided with a futbol game at Estadio Metropolitano Roberto Meléndez, featuring Colombia playing the United States. Fast planning by our inner circle of adopted family meant tickets in hand within a few hours. Though several people commented it was “just” an Under 23 game, the espiritu of the Colombian fans would speak differently, as happy, excited futbol fans titivated in their finest yellow shirts, filling the stadium with a notable capacity.


Of course I sang both National Anthems

Following the game, which was a hackneyed 1-1 draw, our group of futbol fans headed for home near La Ocho, which was already buzzing with after-game celebrations. After walking several blocks through Wednesday night revelers, we appropriated a location at South Beach, a bar influenced by its namesake in Miami, where the drinks are served from coolers placed beneath patrons’ tables, and the music ranges from Vallenato to Bachatta to Reggae: perfect for impulsive dancing!

Next to South Beach, Shrek Comidas Rapidas (fast foods) beckoned with nighttime fragrances of french fries and pizza. Using the moniker of the happy green ogre, this outdoor restaurant, with its simple wood furnishings, string lights and brick grill, appears to be quite popular with night diners, as nearly every table was filled with patrons enjoying hearty pizzas, meats with rice, and of course, salichipapas, a snack-type dish synonymous with the coast.


Shrek Comidas Rapidas on a quieter night

Vegetarians often garner suspicious looks when ordering food in Colombia, but the best is when requesting “salchipapas, sin salchicas” (hot dogs with french fries, but no hot dogs). The waiters nearly always laugh, and dining companions always add “but put her hot dogs on ours,” making it a win-win for everyone. Usually, the dish is delicious without the salchichas: the cheese is still melty and bubbily, the lettuce and tomato are crisp and juicy, and the papas are still flavorful and warm.


They deliver! But only in Barranquilla.

A la Orden Salchipapas (recipe modified from Platos Latinos)

potatoes cut into strips, or Fosforitos
hot dogs, sliced into discs
iceberg lettuce, shredded
fresh tomato, diced
cheese, shredded (mozzarella or other white cheese)
salt and pepper, to taste
Golf Sauce (salsa rosada) or ketchup and mayonnaise, mixed
Monztaneza del Rancho

Directions: If you are not using Fosforitos, then peel the potatoes, cut into strips and fry in oil until they are brown and crispy. Add the hot dogs and cook until brown. Drain off any excess oil. Stir the potatoes and hot dogs with the cheese, then layer on a plate with lettuce, tomato and more cheese. Add salt and pepper to taste. Drizzle with salsa of your choice.


Is your mouth watering yet?

A note on salsas: Colombian brand La Constancia sells condiments in squeezable bags, including Salsa Rosada (also called Golf Sauce, similar to ketchup and mayo), and the divine, artery-impeding Mostaza del Rancho, a ranch-flavored mayonaise. While these are not the healthiest addition to your hot-dog-french-fry-cheese mountain of heaven, they do make the dish ridiculously decadent (and ultra-bad for you).

Salchipapas at home, substitute a cold Aguila for the salchi

So now you know more about visiting Barranquilla, including South Beach, Shrek, salichipapas, and a Spring Break vortex. Despite what Lonely Planet may write, there are always more reasons to visit this fine city: first and foremost the friends, futbol and fast food, followed closely by the festivos, like Carnaval.

This post dedicated to Cake. Adiós, gatita en el cielo. 2013-2016


Semana Santa 2016: Rioha-cha-cha


Beautiful Riohacha… palm trees, sand and sea

Semana Santa is a magical time in Colombia when many people break from their busy lives to travel, relax at home or attend multiple church services throughout the seven days appropriately called Holy Week. Plans for my third Semana Santa in Colombia had originally been to go south into new territory including Monteria, Cordobá and two towns in Chocó: Sapzurro and Capurgana. Inspiration from colorful blogs about similar travel routes soon turned to meek disappointment from completely full hostels, and bus ticket prices that were nearly doubled during the week-long hiatus.

Let the Staycation begin!

Let the Staycation begin!

Foregoing the southern passage until a less busier time of the year, the first alternative was a Staycation in Cartagena de Indias, which proved to be a great idea, as it meant time to relax, sleep late and catch up on tournament games of UNO. Add to this a visit two young travelers from Couchsurfing who had inquired about visiting Colombia from the US back in October 2015, and Staycation was off to a good start. Janika and Alison arrived and together we headed to Papaya Hostel in Getsemani to secure their room for the busy week ahead.


Janika, Alison and our photo in the mirror at Papaya Hostel. Photo by Janika ©2016

After a traditional Colombian lunch of fried fish, patacón, salad and rice, Janika and Alison boarded a bus for Santa Marta, on their way to visit Ciudad Perdida. Though our time was brief, these two mochilleras were inspiring, with their genuine sense of adventure and enlightening curiosity for Colombia.

Staycation continued and, in true Cartagena style, two festivals happened simultaneously the first weekend of Semana Santa: the first ExpoMujer, and the annual Festival del Dulce (sponsored by IPCC), in Plaza de los Coches beneath the historic clock tower.


The people are as sweet at the treats at Festival del Dulce

Staycation havoc: playing UNO with Luis

For ExpoMujer, several places opened their doors to the public, including the impressive la Institución Universitaria Bellas Artes y Ciencias, located on beautiful plaza Santo Domingo, which set the backdrop for an excellent game of UNO.

Near the Festival del Dulce, a small stage featured live music from Albeiro Jose Aguilar Martinez, the mighty El Condor, a young accordionist from Valledupar, Cesár.


El Condor tearing up the stage

Two days into Staycation 2016, a call from Barranquilla roused the travelista within, and a new adventure began with a plan to visit Riohacha, capital city of La Guajira. After a night in Barranquilla, began the five hour trip along the winding, ocean-hugging Caribbean Transverse past Santa Marta, Parque Tayrona and Palomino. Following a swift $5000 COP cab ride from the Terminal de Transporte, Bona Vida hostel was a welcome sight with its cheerful bright aqua and orange facade.


Bona Vida hostel: lovely little oasis of aqua an orange

Hostel owners Katty and Johannes offered a warm, Colombian-Austrian welcome of delicious coffee and a tour of their tiny, neat hospedaje. Next came a brisk walk to Plaza José Prudencio Padilla, anchored by the lovely Cathedral Nuestra Señora de los Remedios. This church, as its namesake indicates, is dedicated to the legendary statue of small miracles, and Riohacha celebrates these miracles with a festival each year.



As the sun set over the ocean, a walk along the Avendia Primera malecon revealed one of Riohacha’s most famous offerings: handmade arts from the indigenous Wayuu, a tribe from the larger Arawak group who make intricate, multicolored woven crafts with methods handed down by centuries of generations.

Naa wayuukana jemeishi süpüla taashi süma wanawa sülu’u nakua’ipa, aka müin yaa epijainjana sünain anajiranawaa a’in nama napüshi.

Translation: All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood. (Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights)

These crafts are offered by the dozen along the malecon and, while your biggest challenge may be deciding what to buy, it often isn’t difficult to decide from whom. One inquisitive young boy asked many questions in English, which sounded a bit rehearsed, but his enthusiasm smile and salesmanship appeared to be putting him ahead of the other vendors.


“What’s your favorite color? My aunt makes beautiful bags. Buy from us!”

Beyond the vendors, but still on the malecon, the yellow mariposa sculpture dedicated to author Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who mentions Riohacha in his novels One Hundred Years of Solitude, Love in the Time of Cholera, and Chronicle of a Death Foretold, and the brilliant, spacious Capilla shimmered equally and elegantly below a near-full moon.


La Capilla y la misma luna

An early morning rise at Bona Vida hostel brought a few hours of writing, fueled by strong Colombian coffee and bright sun. Creative inspiration flowed from a bright Caribbean palette and the amazing arts of the people in the areas surrounding Riohacha.


Artist and designer Kerry Davies from Sipsi Maria Bwtic, who lives in Bogotá and sells her beautiful jewelry online, credits the arts of the Caribbean coast of Colombia, including Riohacha, as her influence; with less than 24 hours here, it’s easy to see why.


Handmade goodness from Sipsi Maria Bwtic

After a full day of enjoying sandy shell-laden beaches, drinking coconut water fresh from the tree, and taking another walk along the malecon, the evening brought more interest in the unique crafts, resulting in several satisfying purchases.



The crazy caterpillar car in Riohacha

Perhaps the best craft among woven bags, bracelets, and straw hats was the artwork of Luis Martinez del Toro, whose original pieces are enhanced by his sense of humor and charm. A wonderful small painting, with a brilliant bull-gazelle animal in bright colors, declaring across it “Macondo”, a fictional town described in Gabriel García Márquez’s novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude, was definitely worth purchasing.


Enjoying a night of art with Luis Martinez del Toro

The third morning in La Guajira meant departure, and a little sadness of leaving so soon this small town with potential as a major Colombian travel destination. If the tourism board can stay on course with its plan to clean up and attract more visit, Riohacha could become as popular as other coastal areas, such as Playa Rodadero.


gorgeous offerings from Riohacha, including Macondo painting!


Morning futbol match between mosaic pillars

In the past year, three hostels have opened in the area. The plazas have added more police patrols and the malecon is making great strides to open reputable businesses. Along with the city’s annual celebration of contemporary Vallenato music, Festival Francisco El Hombre, more interest in Riohacha could reduce or even eliminate negative writing and posts about this pretty city along the sea.



Sweet kitty at Bona Vida Hostel

To end this fantastic to Riohacha: a generous surprise, right-time-right-place offer from Katty’s parents as a passenger for the return drive to Barranquilla, on the same day the Colombian futbol team was playing Bolivia. The five-hour car ride provided an excellent opportunity for reflection, gratitude and inventory from this trip: all the laughter shared, all the delicious treats consumed and, especially, all the amazing crafts purchased in a short but satisfying visit to the beloved Caribbean coast of Colombia.


Five More Things to Love About Living in Colombia

With this post being written a week into the world feeling “spring forward” effects of an archaic calendar system, it was left out of the recent post Five Things to Love About Living in Colombia that there is no daylight savings time here. We are too close to the equator, plus, really… what are the benefits of this age-old “tradition” in the modern world? The series continues…

Five More Things to Love About Living in Colombia

1. There is No Daylight Savings Time. That’s right, in Colombia, we keep the same time all year, like the Earth naturally does. Here, when you ask someone without a watch what time it is, they will probably glance upward, calculate the sun’s location, and give you a close or near-accurate response.


About 5:49 pm, in Santa Marta, Magdelena, buena noche

At first, this may seem baffling, but with the day passing free from being one hour ahead of itself (or behind, which some say is great, for the lingering, long days of summer), it makes sense. Not observing Daylight Savings Time seems like one less hassle to put into effect. In Cartagena, we know that most people stop for lunch when the sun is directly overhead, and that the beautiful sunset beyond las murallas of our historic city happens at or around 5:30 pm each day.

Check out this great article by The Verge, titled Daylight Savings Time is Hot Garbage, then have another cup of coffee (preferably Colombian) as you adjust your internal clock to the changes.

about 6:00 pm over Colombia

Beauty flying over Colombia, about 6:00 pm

2. Dogs are Everywhere. In Colombia, dogs roam the streets searching for food and sleeping wherever they find space. While this may not seem like something to love for most people, for many it provides relief to a hectic day. It’s been proven that having a pet reduces stress, and even people afraid of dogs can overcome other fears once they make friends with a canine. In Crespo, near the airport, there is an apartment building with a little black dog out front who greets residents and neighbors, and chases police motorcycles for fun (not regular motos, just the police, go figure).


Look at that happy girl in front of her home, everyone’s dog!

When asked about her owner, the doorman replied, “she belongs to the building.” When asked who feeds her, he responded “we all do.” Although there remains an outstanding number of dogs in the streets, people who know the benefits of having a pet have started to adopt dogs. While there are organizations set up to assist free roaming dogs, it may be several years before Colombia reaches the heights of groups like the ASPCA.  In the meantime, dogs are everywhere, waiting to help relieve your stress.


“Just chillin’ on my table bed in El Centro…”

3. You Can Buy Just One Egg. Recently a co-worker teased me about my enthusiasm for being able to purchase only one egg at a favorite local store. I explained to her that, in the US, you can usually only buy a half-dozen or whole dozen cold, processed, sometimes overpriced and cruelly-manufactured eggs. For this reason, buying one farm fresh egg at a time feels special, but it’s more than just one egg. It’s one folder for school when you don’t need a box of twenty, or just a few kilos of rice when you aren’t feeding a family of four.


Eggs on toast, on Club Colombia dishware. Ayy la vida

Large warehouse-type stores like Sam’s Club or Costco feel out of place, or perhaps it’s just the idea of bringing home 40 rolls of paper towels on the bus seems a bit overwhelming. While there is HomeCenter, which is like Home Depot in many cities, and Barranquilla boasts a PriceMart, it could still be years before the concept catches on. Meanwhile, life continues: making progress, one egg purchase at a time.


Of course, HomeCenter partners with the Colombian Futbol team

4. Pharmacies are Everywhere. In Colombia, pharmacies may be found on nearly every corner, with many stores open 24 hours. If you need stomach relief after too much street food, or a cream to ease the itch from Chinkunguna, there’s no doubt the pharmacies will help you care for your well-being; most pharmacists are knowledgeable and offer quick remedies.


A sampling of goods from a recent bout of gripa

As shocking news continues elsewhere about the rising cost of health care bills, its interesting to note that a $60 USD prescription (plus a $20 to $40 copay to see a doctor for approval), costs $7 USD in a Colombian pharmacy, sometimes with no Rx required. True, some people may abuse this leisurely method of health care, but honestly, when you can seek immediate help versus waiting in a doctor’s office for a prescription (or to be denied one, or recommended one you can’t afford), isn’t this one thing to love?


In Barranquilla: La Botica and its “like” logo, across from Farmacia Torres

5. Yellow Shouldered Parrots. While all of South America boasts exotic avian species in an array of colors, sizes and abilities, a common type to keep as a pet in Colombia is the Yellow Crowned Parrot, or Yellow-crowned Parrot from the Amazona ochrocephala group. To know one of these brilliant birds is to be amazed. Quite often you will pass them sitting in or on top of a large cage on a front patio, or peeping out of a household window. They are known to be flirtatious, smart, social creatures. These parrots are keenly aware of those around them, and can perform at a whim, like Lorenzo, the parrot who was arrested in 2010 for assisting drug dealers.


captured from an awesome video from YouTube user ixoye2k featuring singing birds

If you are fortunate enough to encounter a Yellow Crowned Parrot, approach them carefully. Keep a distance (they have sharp beaks) and encourage them with light conversation, such as “quieres cacao?” (do you want cocoa?). Just be warned: sometimes they can’t stop talking once they start and may even burst into song, to which, of course, dancing is optional.

Bird Curious? Visit the Avian Welfare Coalition website for more information on many types of incredible birds!

So now you know: five more things to love about living in Colombia. While the list continues to grow, keep in mind this is an opinionated piece, and not everyone can handle the awesomeness of buying only one egg . If you’re still searching for more, watch this 2013 video from YouTube user Jeff Galea featuring a catchy soundtrack and magical moments in Colombia.

Five Things to Love About Living in Colombia


Refajo Cola y Pola: one of many things to love

Just like any place in the world, Colombia has many things about it to love and to not love. Conversely, being a foreigner living abroad, these expressions often accompany limitations (“Will this be the last time I say/do/eat this?”), as well as disparagement (“I can’t wait until I never have to deal with/try to/experience this again”). Usually, each day brings at least one declaration of “This is my favorite [fill in the blank]!” only to be followed later by “What I can’t stand the most is [fill in the blank].” For now, this post is about the positive, with the negative to (possibly) follow in the future.

Five Things to Love About Living in Colombia

1. The Best Fruits and Most Amazing Juices. Imagine a place where lush, colorful tropical fruits, grown in abundance, are harvested daily by local farmers, and made available to you to savor as whole pieces, combined with others in fruit salads, or whirled together with icy water, sipped lovingly through a tall straw. This is the world of fruit and juices in Colombia.


Awesome fruit poster from 21food.com

With delectable offerings and curious names like guayabana, maracuya, lulo, nispero, uchuva and zapote, it is often difficult to choose just one. Some people make it a habit of drinking fresh juice every day. On a recent visit to the US, eight ounces of fresh-squeezed juice at a restaurant cost $5.00. Here, the average price is $3000 COP, or $1.00 USD, for about 16 ounces. Though tantalizing tropical fruits may not top your list of reasons to come to Colombia, it certainly may be one deliciously-tempting reason.


Nothing beats a fresh Maracuya juice at home

2. Public Transportation and Easy Travel Options. Many people live in Colombia without owning a car their entire life, never knowing about car payments, insurance payments, gas and maintenance expenses, potential for an accident or sitting in traffic… yet they are able to travel easily where they want or need to go.


The front says, “Hurry this day”… or maybe Hurry to God?

The public transportation system of Colombia (and many other countries in Latin America), has been around for decades, meeting the needs of commuters with inexpensive options, including daily buses of both inner city and distance routes. Add to this the option for inexpensive taxis, collectivos (shared taxis), moto-taxis, moto-carros, and in some cities even a metro cable system, and it’s easy to see why some people never miss driving (or even want to learn).


With a favorite Moto Taxista, Anderson, in Pasacaballos. Do you think that helmet is DOT safe?

3. It’s Always Warm (on the Coast). Colombia boasts over 3,208 kilometers (1,993 miles) of coast, from the top of the country in La Guajira to the tip along Chocó near Panamá, lending itself to balmy, sun-filled days and breezy nights in many areas. Of the five regions in Colombia, the Caribbean region boasts an average temperature of  30° C (86° F), although some areas in La Guajira can reach more than 40°C (104° F) at midday.


Moto service on a hot day outside a shack in La Guajira

While some days living in places like Barranquilla can feel like baking in an huge oven under a wet towel of unforgiving humidity, there is also no snow, no black ice roads, and no digging your sidewalk out from under ten feet after a winter blizzard. Instead, there’s days in tank tops and shorts, taking public transportation with the bus windows open or sitting in the shade, sipping fresh fruit juices. Simply put, for those who hate being cold, the coast of Colombia is a great place to be.

Bright morning sun: another hot day on the coast

Bright morning sun: another hot day on the coast

4. 18 Holidays a Year (Life Itself is a Celebration). In a wonderful video made by Colombia Unknown ©2015, the two filmmakers from Bogotá mention that the country has eighteen holidays, possibly one explanation why the people are considered the happiest in the world: because there is always a reason to celebrate or take time off. Although TimeandDate.com shows Colombia as having thirty-eight holidays, many of these have only recently been adapted, like Valentine’s day or the June Solstice.

More popular days include Dia de la Madre (Mother’s Day), Dia de la Mujer (Women’s Day) as well as some regional days that are celebrated in their origins, such as the Battle of Boyacá and the Independencia of Cartagena. Whatever the day off brings you, from time off to relax at the beach or simply closing your business to spend time with family, Colombians happily embrace their holidays and make the most of the day.


Celelbrating dia del Idioma – language day, hooray!

5. The Most Delicious Coffee in the World. Real Colombia coffee has a flavor that is distinct and aromatic, a delicious treat that must be tasted (and experienced) in order to be truly appreciated. Colombians drink coffee throughout the day, most often served black, in little cups with several spoonfuls of sugar. This drink is called tinto, and once you taste it, you may never think the same about your Starbucks dark roast. You can find coffee in tiendas (corner stores), at business meetings, and even peddled in the street by guys carrying thermoses full of its dark delight.


Coffee selection in US grocery store… what, no Café Córdoba?

Nearly all coffee lovers of the world have heard of Juan Valdez, the fictional icon created in 1958 by the National Federation of Coffee Growers of Colombia, who brought an international interest to the country with his swagger and expertise. While his most popular reign was on television commercials during the 1970’s and 1980’s, Juan Valdez lives on today in cafés throughout Colombia and other countries, including the US (hooray Miami and New York!). Whatever the production, and however it is prepared and promoted, most people agree the flavor of true Colombian coffee is superior to all others.


An oasis in the Miami Airport: ¡Mi gente!

So now you know: five things to love about living in Colombia. While there are dozens more where these come from, as well as some things to not love, this list will hopefully entice you to discover more about this amazing country. If you’re still searching for facts and ideas, watch this awesome video from 2015 by CNN about the changes happening in Colombia (including more great public transportation).

Playas, Parque Tayrona, Patacóns y Más

Colombia patria querida, te llevo en mi corazón
Tu tienes la llave de mi corazón, yo te quiero más que a mi vida,

La Tierra del Olvido, Carlos Vives

Colombia beloved homeland, take you in my heart
You have the key to my heart, I love you more than life

A recent post about air travel and airports mentioned plenty of details including the service, the hours and the miles logged – but left out an important element: the other travelers. Waiting for Delta Airlines flight 989 from Atlanta to Cartagena, I met Luis Mario, a student at San Diego State University, traveling to my beloved adopted country for twenty days in the New Year.


Good Morning, Atlanta! The best is just ahead for these travelers…

After sharing a seat row, and conversing about the beauty and growing economy in Colombia, we exchanged numbers and parted, meeting three days later to begin an adventure along the coast. Street smart, bilingual and expedition savvy, Luis was a great travel partner who added humor to and deducted worry from an unplanned route of the Caribbean Coast: Santa Marta, Taganga, Playa el Rodadero and Parque Tayrona.


Our map of travel

Plan to Not Have a Plan

Leaving from the Berlinas bus station ($40000 COP) in the Marbella neighborhood, we arrived in Santa Marta to find all the hostels and affordable hotels sold out. We tried Playa el Rodadero – same thing. Finally, using the free WIFI at Juan Valdez Café on Parque Simón Bolivár, we booked a night stay ($25000 COP) at Casa Buho Del Paraiso in Taganga, taking the short combi ride over the mountain after watching the sunset near Paseo Bastidas.


Beautiful Santa Marta at Sunset

Casa Buho was just as it appeared online: colorful, rustic, inexpensive and accommodating. The simple decor, leisurely hammocks, and wooden terraces overlooking Taganga, justified the steep climb up an unpaved road. The hostel felt like the right choice for a week of backpacking along the coast, and learning a new words (mochillero – backpacker) along the way.


These kids were diving for spiny sea creatures in the bay

During a previous visit to Taganga, a taco stand was remembered along the waterfront of the town, which is basically the main strip of this small fishing village. Excited to taste a handmade corn tortilla with pico de gallo, guacamole, fresh fish and cabbage slaw, the results turned out to be futile compared to what was expected; for $7000 COP, the taco was definitely not worth the anticipation.


Your taco will be ready… next Wednesday…

When I briefly suggested I cancel my order of the slowest made taco on the Colombian coast, Luis reminded me a good rule of street-food etiquette: “he started cooking it, so you may as well let him finish and then pay.” Admittedly, we both were disappointed in the tacos and quickly soothed our sadness with a savory $2000 arepa con queso several minutes later.


Travel Partners at Sensation with Sweden and Bogotá

Plans of a restful night were thwarted by three attractive Swedish girls traveling together from their current locations – México, Peru and Chile. After watching their hilarious pantomime of getting ready for the evening, it took little convincing for us to join them at a nearby discoteca, Sensation. Here, vacationers and locals danced uninhibitedly under the night sky as glittery lights swirled to the suave girl DJ’s mix of House, Champeta and Reggaeton.


Good Morning, Taganga

The next morning, we headed for Playa el Rodadero, a favorite spot in Magdalena for a sunny weather, and spent the day indulging in cocada (coconut treats) and watching huge crowds fill the tarpas (shady square tents) while we elected to rest under tall palms.


Traffic on the bus ride through Gaira to Rodadero

A delicious afternoon lunch at Patacón Americano confirmed, once again, that the culinary delights of Colombia continue to go underrated in other parts of the world. Finally, a late-night combi transported weary beach-goers home from their destinations.


Patacón con verduras! Love at first bite

Before sleeping another evening at Casa Buho, we phoned Parque Tayrona at the suggestion of José Luis from Doxa Tours, who we met on the bus riding through Giari to Rodadero. The phone call confirmed that the park was experiencing heavier-than-normal crowds, with double the volume at this peak holiday season.


Holy park pass holders, that’s a long line

Collectivo Milagro

Determined to hike and sleep a night, we woke at 4:30 am with a plan to catch the city bus. Waiting in the dark on the main road to Taganga, a collective stopped, “Parque Tayrona? You’ll never get there by bus, it takes too long! Collectivo, collectivo,” the driver shouted to us in Spanish, “$15000 each!” We thought about it for a split second before hopping in.


YAY we made it!

On the way, we picked up Benjamin and Anja, two blonde, blue-eyed Germans venturing through South America and also destined for the park. The driver raced along Highway 90 so fast, passing cars along curves and tailgating furiously, that at one point, Anja covered her eyes and appeared to be praying.


Damn! Another line inside the gate

Fortunately, we arrived alive, only to face a long line of people already waiting to enter the park. The line moved quickly and we were relieved to get in; after paying admission prices ($37900 COP for me, an extranjera, and $8000 COP for Luis, a student – stay in school, kids!) we took a short bus ride into the park and were set free to hike. And hike we did, for what seemed like a long long, time (about two and a half hours).


Donde Lili delicioso!

Benjamin and Anja left us in the sweet dirt of Tayrona on their own agenda, as we cavorted up canyon rocks, along man-made wooden paths, and across sandy coves riddled with empty coconut shells. Stopping briefly, we enjoyed a lunch of comida tipica (fried fish, patacón, rice and salad) at Donde Lili, before continuing on to Cabo San Juan, where we found yet another line, this time for overnight hammocks and tents.


Tents. Not for us.

Waiting in the hot sun, we worked up a thirst (literally) for the beach and, after being twenty hammocks away from not staying the night, we were ushered to an enormous sleeping lodge with open walls, a sand floor and a thick, thatched roof of palm leaves. Colorful hammocks swung for several meters, lined in neat rows of multicolored canvas.


ahhh here we go… Puebla de las Hamacas

… El Parque Finalmente!

The beach of Cabo San Juan is truly picturesque, albeit a bit small. After taking obligatory “we made it” photos, and swapping sweat-drenched clothes for swimsuits, Luis and I found our way to the beach and came to rest on it’s grainy, toasted-corn colored sand.


This Turkish guy was reading an English version of A Catcher in The Rye. LOVE!

After several minutes of decompressing our tired bones, glancing waywardly at the brilliant aqua waves lapping at the shore, we stared backwards and overhead at the tall palms blowing in the afternoon breeze, agreeing it was breathtaking, and truly worth every step of the hike.


Ayyy Tayrona! you are so pretty!

Night fell quickly with it came the sounds, sights and smells of a remote national park. Strange birds and animals cooed and cawed against the blanket of stars overhead.  Surprisingly, there were four bathrooms to service this popular and heavily-visited area. Yes, just four bathrooms, for what must be well over four-hundred people a night. No doubt the trees have seen their fair share of squats, which is difficult to picture with such lush and lovely greenery.


This Irish bloke helped me out with the morning breezes

The next morning, being careful not to wake the three grumpy, sarcastic Australian girls the next hammocks over, an early rise to bypass the long queue for the bathrooms was successful, and also included a shower in the common-but-divided-by-concrete unisex bathing area.


Quiet Cabo San Juan at Sunset

A walk out to the cove revealed an empty beach with a rising sun, and an easy ascension up a small, rocky cliff to an open-walled cabaña with more multicolored hammocks (VIP overnight?)


VIP Hamaca cabaña arriba! Imagine sleeping up there

Having only the morning to savor Cabo San Juan, breakfast in the dining area was leisurely and tasty at a slightly-high price ($10000 COP scrambled eggs, 2 arepas, and café tinto): much-needed nourishment for the day hike back.


From the deck of the VIP Hamaca Cabaña. Buena vista!

Koji and the Coconuts

Following the same two-and-a-half-hour hike, we came upon a kid we had passed on the way in: a small Koji tribe boy wielding a machete that seemed as tall as he was, slicing open green coconuts pulled from a burlap bag. “Agua de Coco,” he said briskly as parched hikers passed. We indulged, and the natural coconut nectar was well worth the $3000.


The coconut kid and his giant machete

Handing back the coconut to savor the meat inside, the kid quickly hacked the hard shell in half, almost effortlessly, his tiny muscular arms adept at every motion. Incredible. We figured if he sells ten $3000 coconuts an hour, he’s made more money than some people make in a day. A cottage industry on steroids, or in this case, on the natural high of fresh coconut water.


About to hand my coconut back for the machete WHACK!

Arriving to the parking area exhausted, blistered, and a little sunburned, the combi back to the park entrance was a welcomed sight to see. From here, the return seemed easy, with each bus arriving within minutes of waiting, and the transition from Tayrona to Santa Marta to Barranquilla and finally arriving in Cartagena, only six hours since starting out.


Making new friends and telling bad jokes before we leave the park

Having been in Colombia for two years, this trip along its amazing coast was a journey well 0verdue; one more strike on the bucket list that feels satisfying and rewarding, much like the opportunity to live in this beautiful country.


My super-awesome travel partner Luis! Thanks for a great trip with you

Updated 24 January: Luis Mario has posted an awesome video about his visit to Colombia! You can watch it here or click below

2015 Air Travel: Fly the Friendly Sighs

Note: A post in October about lifelong friends brought comments and questions from the far corners of the world… mostly California. While much has changed, it appears there is always room for the relationships that matter, and the ones that have fallen away to be revived. Simply put, life shifts. If we have a plan in place and make strides towards success, life sometimes moves to accommodate the differences, including those to whom we relate, no matter how far the distance.

Earning My Wings

A month without writing compares sparingly to three months flying from Colombia to the US and back. Celebrations, events, and of course, the holidays, with a visit to the Colombian Consulate in Atlanta, Georgia. This being a second annual visit to the office in Sandy Springs, it felt a bit like living in South America: getting easier with each year.


Hello Hudson River, New York!

With the mention of flying, gratitude resounds from a year that flew by. Professionally, continuing to enjoy work as an educator at a fantastic school in South America: developing skills as a teacher of ICT, and super-nerding-out at home to videos about microprocessors and ViewMaster in 3D.


With my awesome gringa co-teachers at Aspaen GCI

Personally, many moments with others worth recalling. Three family weddings. The birth of an adorable nephew. Reconnecting with former classmates, and conversing with new people during lengthy air travel.

Friends since childhood… they are all so beautiful!

Entertaining guests who visited and appeared to delight in Colombia’s 481-year-old city. Making fun, new friends on Friday night Chiva tours. Reveling in the proof that sharing joy with others is usually reciprocal – what you give is often returned.


Love these Chiva party-people!

Stats needed, STAT

But back to the three months of flying. Living close to the Cartagena airport is beneficial to this life. Hearing planes take off overhead evokes the idea that someone is on their way to a new location. Watching travelers arrive and depart is both enlightening… and exhausting. Calculating notes from a well-appreciated AAdvantage frequent flyer account, since June these are some interesting statistics:

Distance flown: approximately 11, 716 miles/ 18,855 km (thanks, WebFlyer!)
Airlines flown: Avianca, American Airlines, United (US Airways), Delta
Airports visited for flight connections: 8 (but it felt like 15)
Airports visited: Cartagena (CTG), Miami (MIA), Fort Lauderdale (FLL), Houston (IAH), Atlanta (ATL), Charlotte (CLT), Charleston (CHS), Baltimore-Washington (BWI) airport codes are awesome
Shortest layover: 35 minutes, spent sprinting in FLL between two very distant gates
Longest layover: 15 hours, spent sleeping in a nice hotel near the ATL airport
Hours spent in air travel: approximately 54 (guessing… it always feels like more)
Cost of checked bags: $0.00 (thanks, American Airlines!)


Avianca, let’s do this!

Gracias a Díos

These stats are both staggering and hilarious, with sheer gratitude given to the Airline Gods who ensured, like a holiday wish come true, that each flight was as uneventful as the last and well-deserving of thanks:

For checked luggage that was never lost. For some airlines serving meals (Avianca – a hot meal – always so classy) and all airlines serving complimentary drinks and snacks. For flight attendants being continuously helpful and cheerful, even offering free warm face towels (thanks, Delta!) to both first and economy class. For current on-board magazines, including the beautifully-designed Revista Avianca and American Airline’s wonderful Spanish and Portugués publication, Nexos, rich with intriguing articles.


A row all to myself and my favorite magazines, woot!

For check-in counters that were busy but moving swiftly and security lines that were long but well-organized. And, finally, for only one TSA agent who seemed aggravated during a pat-down, when the underwire of my bra poked out like a weapon. “Miss, I recommend you visit the nearest rest room and remedy the situation,” a firm but polite inspector said. Noted, sir. (Ma’am?)


New Friends at Fleet Landing in Charleston SC

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. – Henry Ford, American Businessman, 1863 – 1947


Celebrating my return home with Jugo de Maracuya!

As the final flight of 2015 Travel, from Atlanta to Cartagena, landed in Rafael Núñez International Airport on January 1st, 2016 (15-hour layover, started in 2015!), stars were thanked and blessings counted, following a cliché New Year’s Eve not quite worth remembering. Hopefully for everyone, the year ahead holds greatness and a promise to stay on course, even through life’s bumpy turbulence and changes in (personal) atmospheric pressure.

Lifelong Friends Pick Up

You’re the first one, when things turn out bad
You know I’ll never be lonely, you’re my only one
And I love the things, I really love the things that you do
Ooh you’re my best friend

Queen – You’re My Best Friend, 1976

Living abroad has it’s share of excitement, joys, adventures and plenty of reason for gratitude and reflection; as with most busy lives, each morning brings something new. With the lingering idea that time in a current city could be cut short at any moment, it definitely encourages those living away from their native country, as well as those who frequently travel, to fulfill the adage and seize the day.


December 2014: with a Meetup.com group in Charleston: Instant, wonderful new friends

A recent blog post by travel expert and author Matthew Kepnes, also known as Nomadic Matt, titled Travel and the Art of Losing Friends, caused reflections over the past three years about what makes friendship real. A second article from Matt’s website on How to Deal With Unsupportive Friends and Family, made it seem like, finally, someone else understands what my life is like most days; thanks, Matt, for this and more.


My mom is a great friend. South of the Border, October 2015

Family and Friends

Fortunately, nearly everyone in my family has been tremendously supportive of my life in Colombia. With frequent visits to the US, fantastic advances in technology – like video chat and instant messaging – and their excitement of receiving beautiful, unique gifts from Colombia, my family has given me unconditional love and support; for this I am very grateful. Additionally, I thank God for the people of Colombia who have accepted me as their friend.


Enjoying coffee with a beautiful (inside and out) friend in Barranquilla

Colombians who invite me to their homes, email me funny memes (some, admittedly, I don’t understand), and, when I was recently quite ill and home from school, send daily text messages and phone calls of prayers for a fast recovery. Some friends, however, leave many thoughts awash in the sea of wonder about what friendship really means.


Since taking the leap to live far from my roots, some lifelong friends have become more distant than is easy to admit. Of course, there are many loyal allies with whom to share stories, ask opinions, and divulge secrets. Real friends will forever be there, stepping in to recall where you left off, and continue on with the greatness we call friendship. Anytime you and a friend can pick up on your relationship without missing a beat, even if you have spent years away from each other, that is true friendship.


My friend since age 7. We always pick up where we left off.

When returning to the US, I nearly always try to contact people and make time to meet with them. On some occasions, this is limited to a phone call, but the effort is there and the intention is sincere.  As Matt mentions in his article, the traveler’s return to a past city, reaching out to others, trying to get together for lunch or to just catch up, often begins to get more and more difficult to achieve. It’s disheartening to see friends rolls their eyes each time you start a sentence with “where I live…”, or blatantly change the subject when you (once again) mention the wonderful food/music/people/culture of the place you currently call home.


We picked up after 20 years apart. She’s an amazing friend.

Friendship Sets Sail

People who once laughed over dumb facts with you, or couldn’t wait to tell you about their crazy day, slowly stop replying to emails, or forward neutral bits of news that isn’t relative. They read your instant messages and respond with obligatory, one-word answers. Suddenly, the people who once wanted you to “crash on their couch” or jokingly begged you to “commandeer the guest quarters” are now “overwhelmed with work” or “redecorating the spare room,” ironically on the same days you have to catch up during your brief stay in town.


My new friends are now also new friends. Heart. Full.

Regardless of the size of their home, a true friend will make room for you to stay. Born in the summer, my astrological sign is one of “a loyal and faithful friend, a person able to use their mind to solve even the most difficult problems and take the initiative in solving various complicated situations.” While there is also a list of more unappealing traits, the ones that remain precise are those of friendship and loyalty, which may also explain why we sometimes stay too long in a situation that has gone wrong, hoping it will change.


These WorldTeach Colombia 2014 volunteer alumnis are two of the best friends a girl living abroad could want. Keep going and remember to laugh!

Sadly, not many friends have wanted to come and visit Colombia. In fact, of the ones that still keep in touch, most are busy, working hard, with a standard vacation of about two weeks, during which time they want to visit their family over friends. Who could blame them, if their family is like mine? (Supportive, happy, loving.)

Friends Float Away

The opening song to the classic television show The Golden Girls, starts out:

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

However, most people don’t know the way the song ends, which is grim but also bittersweet.

And when we both get older
With walking canes and hair of gray
Have no fear even though it’s hard to hear
I will stand real close and say
Thank you for being a friend

And when we die, and float away
Into the night, the Milky Way
You’ll hear me call, as we ascend
I’ll say your name, then once again

Sung by the talented Andrew Gold, who had a flourishing career as a singer-songwriter of such hits as Lonely Boy (another song with lyrics that skim the soul’s surface), the part about “and when we die” is sung with an ethereal echo and eerie reverberation of Gold’s voice, as if he knows how deep true friendship goes, or perhaps what happens when someone moves across the ocean in search of a different life… only to wonder what happened to all those friends.

As the topic of friendship continues to simmer on the back burner of a tiny apartment stove with new thoughts, including the fade out of communication, sometimes referred to as “ghosting,” I am beginning to ask myself the same questions Nomadic Matt has about living abroad: does it end the bond between you and your friends, or does it simply show who your true friends are?


Insta Karma


Virtual hugs. Cyber crushes. Emojis and emoticons. In this global age, teaching Information Communications Technology may be one of the most enlightening experiences, and definitely one of the most challenging. In my classes at Aspaen Gimnasio Cartagena de Indias, we often discuss topics like the evolution of social media, and when updates to existing applications improve the app or just make it more complicated.


Aw, bottom right, they cut off the cute “poo” emoji

Students debates frequently turn to social media and interactions, like live versus virtual “relationships,” and when to know if an online network is benefiting your needs or draining them (good v. bad). As a teacher and a writer, I value the opinions of these digital natives and enjoy learning from their technology-absorbing minds, while also reminding them there’s no substitute quite yet for the human touch.

It’s been said that kids will tell you what’s hip and what’s not without even being asked. Aside from occasional adorable new baby photos and amazing dog rescue news, it seems Facebook, for many users, has gone the way of gossip, political rants and weather reports. It’s easy see why today’s teens think the once world-dominating social network is now for old people (i.e. anyone over the age of 30).


The page exists, but I rarely post anything.

While it appears more businesses and community organizations are enjoying the benefits of Facebook pages, it seems young people find it lackluster as a means of communicating and staying current, electing instead to utilize apps like Snapchat and Instagram.


An awesome sense of humor… and more

A few weeks ago, at a friend’s suggestion, I tried Snapchat, only to find it redundant, with it’s 10 second videos and goofy text-on-image photo sharing. After reading an amusing article about the target age for Snapchat, and growing impatient with it’s color-changing ghost, I deleted it without regret. For the past few years, my preferred app for chat has been Whatsapp. Despite the new addition of Whatsapp’s hit-or-miss free phone service, from Lima to London, the chat continues to work well for keeping in touch with friends around the globe.

hmmm.. coincidence? or luck..?

Conversely, Instagram appears to be an application worth it’s weight in virtual show-and-tell. Since its release a little over four years ago, this app has captivated millions of users with its photo and video posts, and options to like, comment and share.


Instagram connects people from around the world in all walks of life, including photographers, writers, volunteers, magazines, community organizations, teachers and friends. Although it recently has been called a “body image battleground,” when used in moderation, Instagram is also like a visual playground, ripe with variety in users, locations and vocations.

Benedict College
A few months ago, searching for information on university-level exchange programs from the US to Colombia, I read about twin brothers Ravonne and Ramonne Pious from Columbia, South Carolina, who studied at La Universidad de La Guajira in Riohacha, Colombia. Inspired and motivated by their story, I shared it with my family, bookmarked the page, and referred back to it for details on what US Citizens are discovering the beloved coast of South America has to offer.

Ravonne Insta

Fast-forward to the first week of October when Ravonne, one of the twins, and I exchanged introductions, first over Instagram direct message, then Whatsapp, sharing ideas on travel-teaching,  diversified learning, and most of all, our appreciation for the incomparable culture of Colombia. Having recently been accepted for a year in Ecuador with my former volunteer program WorldTeach, Ravonne will surely thrive during his 2016 volunteer service, and hopefully make many posts to Instagram.

Instagram has doorways to dynamic groups in Colombia, like Baqsemueve, promoting growth in Barranquilla, Colombia, or Loves_America, who features incredible photos of North, South and Latin Americas. During a recent encounter with El Universal in Cartagena to support the campaign Dilo! Cartagena es lo Maximo – promoting reasons why Cartagena is the “maximum” – it was hard to resist enthusiastically expressing my love for this beautiful city.


With Global Perspectives teacher Irene at GCI, Dilo!

Currently, the 9th and 11th grade classes of Aspaen Gimnasio Cartagena de Indias are participating in a project which focuses on the citizens of their city, with one class under the Instagram ID @humansofctg and the other class under @humansofcartagena. The photos follow the lead from Humans of New York: an organization that went from Facebook posts and a Tumblr feed to  millions of followers and the publication of an informative, vivid printed book.


Could these students illicit attention with their campaigns? It’s absolutely possible. When learning is conducive to connecting with others, the world suddenly seems limitless.


While its still true few things compare to actual human touch and interaction, meeting people in it’s far corners of the Earth is working wonders to open the eyes, mind and heart of this traveling teacher far more than Facebook ever did, and in a much cooler, non-old person way.


Right for Right Now

This week I received an email from my past volunteer organization, WorldTeach, asking for contributions to their alumni page. Having been recently featured on Lillie Marshall’s website, TeachingTraveling.com, I replied with fervor, and was selected as the September alumni feature on the Worldeach.org website: an awesome opportunity as well as an honor.

While it’s only right to admit my year in Barranquilla as a volunteer with WorldTeach Colombia 2014 was not easy, I managed to fulfill the promise of a year commitment.  Getting lost on the buses that connect the 4th largest city in Colombia, living in a bad first host situation, and struggling to understand Costeño accents were just a few of my every day challenges.

A celebratory time in La Arenosa. Collage ©2014

But I refused to give up. Instead of focusing on the bad, I channeled my energy towards the good, including a love for this beautiful country and it’s wonderful people, which in turn became a decision to remain on the coast even after a difficult first year. It’s as if my relationship with Colombia deserved one more chance for us both to get it right.

Un dia sola en la playa. Prado Mar, Atlántico June 2014.

As a foreign teacher in a diverse country, living a continent away from family and friends, internal questions occasionally arise, such as “how did I end up here?” and “what am I doing with my life?” to the even deeper, “is teaching in Colombia what I was born to do?”

In my heart, I long to be a travel writer, making a great life by traveling to locations and reporting on intriguing parts of the world. I focus on this idea and take positive steps each day to move in that direction. I know the day will come when I am sitting next to Richard Branson in first class, sipping champagne and comparing notes on making better lists, but until then, I’m doing my best to teach computers and English to delightful, energetic teenage girls. And I love it.


So easy to love this man! Image: Travellovelive.com

Sometimes life makes us wonder what we are doing, which is really a way to find what makes you happy and focus on it. If you feel some part of your existence is lacking, perhaps it is best to start by simply appreciating what you have, allowing the rest to wash around you and help you realize things are fine. Some thoughts may keep you awake at night, or nag your conscience when you are sitting through yet another conference on classroom management, but if you allow yourself to find and accept one thing that works well, then it often becomes easier to concentrate on what else you want to do.


Words of wisdom. Charleston, SC Summer 2015

There are many websites based around this idea, along with some wonderful, inspiring quotes. Some of them are deep and philosophical, while others are simply focused on being happy right now. It seems the basic theme for them all is don’t panic, stay focused and keep going. You might be surprised at how things will fall into place if you simply guide them there.


Sweet quote from Anna G. on Pinterest

As for me, I am still visualizing that conversation in first class, where I hope the CEO of Virgin Airlines and I can share a few laughs as well as talk business. But for now, I’m here, in Cartagena de Indias, teaching twenty classes a week and surprising myself every day. While some parts of my life remain to be said – with loftier achievements attained and goals marked on the bucket list as “done” –  this one, for sure, feels right for right now.


August 2015: Right for right now.


Extraordinary rewards: teachingtraveling.com

It’s been another fast week in La Fantastica, as daily life returns following a long summer vacation. While the students have not arrived at school, the teachers are back in full force, staying busy with hours of workshops, meetings and lesson planning.

Enrique + oblejas. = no stress for this teacher

In addition to being back in teacher mode, I am thriving in writer mode, receiving a humbling gift this week in the form of an interview on Lillie Marshall’s amazing website, Teaching Traveling.

My first birthday at work in years. I love my school!

I became a fan of Lillie’s informative website, as well as her exciting travel site, Around the World L, while searching for TEFL schools back in 2012. From Boston to Asia to wedding and now baby, I have followed her advice and adventures faithfully on both sites over the past three years.

Lillie would probably love these 3-D globes and philosophers

I reached out to Lillie via email around October 2014, sending a message about my volunteer work with WorldTeach and Volunteers Colombia, and she responded with interest, sending a series of questions to answer in detail.


Read. Apply. Repeat.

It took me several weeks (and many revisions) to complete the questions. After submitting them, Lillie graciously replied. With several interviews lined up, as well as two popular websites to maintain and travel to plan, I knew it could take months to post. I waited, patient but eager.

With my 4th graders in Barranquilla. One of many sports days!

Finally, Lillie and I emailed each other this week about posting the interview. We made a few edits, and the finished article is finally on the site. After reading  and sharing it with family and friends, the post on TeachingTraveling definitely feels well worth the wait.

What I read when I’m not reading literature or textbooks

I am so grateful for this moment to shine and hopefully inspire others who are thinking of teaching and traveling, or who are already living a lifestyle similar to mine. While it has its share of challenging decisions and questionable ideas, the rewards of this not-so-ordinary life are usually, well, extraordinary.

Thank you, Lillie, for this incredible opportunity to be a part of teachingtraveling.com!


My beautiful 5th graders in Barranquilla, “graduating” into high school


Home Sweet (Soul) Home

The moon is on my side, I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me home tonight
– FUN “Carry Me Home” 2011

At the beginning of summer I posted about the nine lives tragically lost in a senseless shooting at the Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, SC, as well as the city’s strange  similarities to Cartagena de Indias, the pretty place I currently call home.


My little Colombian flag and a note from Cartagena to Emanuel AME church

After spending nearly a month in Charleston (plus a five-day mini trip to upstate New York), and now being back in the heat and hola of coastal Colombia, I can honestly say the difference is not the same. While architecture bears similarities, humidity draws sweaty comparisons and horse-drawn coches share a kindred sentiment, these things are probably all that resonates on the surface of being alike.


Two words: surreal and bittersweet.

Traveling to the US on the day that Colombia played Perú in the Copa Americá 2015, I wriggled in my pleather air seat watching the partido on satellite delay, and joined in sorrowful awwws by other passengers as the game came to an end just before landing.


Franklin from Bogotá: photobomb from one seat back

The days of missing Colombia while in Charleston wafted in and out like a teacher sleeping late for several mornings in a row: dreamy, but somehow not quite logical. Several nights after meeting, DJ Luigi, a Caleño who has organized Charleston’s Latin Groove and DJ’d at events since 2000, gathered a group of Charleston-based Colombian futbol fans at an outdoor eatery to watch the Copa America partido against Argentina. Surrounded by supporters swathed in yellow jerseys, the supporters of the seleccíon cheered from far away, despite the sorrow as Argentina won 5-4 on penalties.


Con DJ Luigi de Latin Grooves Charleston

Months before visiting Charleston, I reached out on social media to several businesses and organizations, hoping to make some new connections with while laying low in the Lowcountry.


Inside Pearl with the amazing Karen from Sweet Lulu’s Bakery on Wheels

Although my attempts to work with an arepa food truck were inconclusive, other independent businesses like Sweet LuLu’s Bakery on Wheels and Art Board Co. resulted in enthusiastic smiles, warm hugs and excited conversation about creative ventures, as if we’d been friends for years.


I waited months for this moment! Thank you Missy!

While the pangs of missing Colombia often ran strong, they definitely subsided during a visit to the Sunday Brunch Farmers Market, enjoying the friendly espiritu of these entrepreneurs.


With Cynthia, Clara, Myriam and Bryan of my new Meetup group

Another wonderful connection, made through MeetUp.com, was with the Mount Pleasant Learn English as a Second Language group. As far back as March 2015, the organizer Myriam sent friendly text messages on everything from easy translation tricks to the awesomeness of arepas. When it came time to meet the group, I felt an instant connection of what hopefully will be a lasting friendship… even if it means “attending” monthly meetups via video chat.


Surf’s Up on Folly Beach

The days of June and July melted together like a double-scoop in a waffle cone on a hot day. Memorable events included an entire day at Folly beach with a childhood friend watching kids at Shaka Surf School, eating tuna nachos at Rita’s Seaside Grille and winning tickets to a Charleston Riverdogs game just for wearing a shark costume next to a giant crab.


Gimme those free tickets! YEAH!

Another day, after devouring a delicious lunch at Mex 1 Coastal Cantina, one BFF and I drove her James Bond car to TJ Maxx, where we laughed our way through the clearance shelves, perusing half-filled bottles of bubble bath and questionable tchochkes (like a badly-chipped weiner dog ring holder). Sometimes simple humor can make a daytime outing feel like pure bliss.


The stash of Colombian food packed in one suitcase for travel

As the days passed, consuming copious amounts of shrimp and grits, boiled peanuts and sweet tea (so as to get a true fill of Southern food, y’all) equaled but did not surpass heavy cravings for fresh-squeezed maracuya, salty-sweet patacones, or  creamy, gooey arequipe. Staying up to date on la tierra madre adoptiva meant following daily Instagram posts from elheraldo and colombia_an_unknown_paradise just to catch glimpses of sunsets and the latest street art.


Look at that charming little main street

On a five-day visit to upstate New York to visit family and celebrate an upcoming wedding, it was hard to resist indulgences with 30-something nieces and nephews who educated me on the many sizes of Starbucks cups, why Sriracha surpasses ketchup as a condiment, and the benefits of breastfeeding beyond age one. (Yep!)


With my sister’s giant and tiny family dogs

As  green mountains whizzed past car windows to a Tom Petty soundtrack, the sense of wonder and contemplating what makes a place feel like home wafted through the air vents, accompanied by the smell of fresh-baked Cinnabon from the NY Thruway rest area.

Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.


Beautiful blue waters: Flying over Cuba, near Cayo Coco, towards Colombia

Several days later, flying to Cartagena and making the definitive route south of The South, the idea of home began to really sink in. Phrases like “home is where the heart is,” “home is where you hang your hat,” or the eco-provoking variations on “if you want to be where the grass is greener, water your own grass,” the resounding truth is that home is where you want it to be: the place that feels right for you, a place that’s good for the soul.

Just like some people have a soul mate, it seems possible to have a soul home, a place that  gives you comfort, joy, content and challenge all at once. While it may not be where you grew up, or filled with lifelong friends, this is the place where you feel happiest simply existing in each day. A place where you build on what you’ve created and miss in your heart when you are away.


Colombia, for now, certainly feels like Home Sweet Soul Home… made just a little más dulce with a swirl of arequipe…. or a refreshing maracuya raspado enjoyed on the beach.


The Difference is the Same

“Every individual matters. Every individual makes a difference.”
― Jane Goodall (British athropologist, b. 1934)


One of my favorite views: Plaza San Teresa, in front of Hotel Charleston

To some, living as a foreigner in Cartagena de Indias may seem like permanent vacation: living five minutes from the beach, exploring centuries-old churches and historic landmarks, dancing to live music in a plaza lit by candles at dusk. Yes, this is everyday life here and in many ways, it’s like living anywhere. You get used to things as they are. You shop at the same stores. You stop and say hello to friends on the street. You make repeat visits to the same juice place.


Never gets old: the gorgeous torre del reloj, the clock tower

Yet somehow, often, it still feels special. With a currently-limitless deadline in Cartagena, enjoying picturesque sunsets over ancient stone walls and eating handmade arepas con queso from a cart, it is easy to see how not even the smallest detail is taken for granted.


Alberto makes the best arepas in Centro!

Details like feeling blessed to see the same people each day and being constantly grateful for the diversity that exists. Watching the young people selling coffee who stop and talk with the old men through their fences. Listening to the grandmotherly neighbor who insists on everyone’s clothes on the shared line being hung inside out so they don’t fade.


ensalada de frutas, served with a smile

The rotund, smiling lady on the beach, who offers fresh piña samples, even though she knows you have already tasted (twice) what she is offering in her ensalada de fruta. For all these things and more, gratitude for even the smallest of details is plentiful.


Charleston? Nope, Cartagena.

While Cartagena is starting to feel like home, there is one city to which there will always be a connection: Charleston, SC, where I lived as a young girl. Often, it seems the similarities in Cartagena and Charleston are part of what enticed me to move here in January 2015.


Gorgeous colors of.. Charleston? No… Cartagena!

Both cities have a colorful, colonial downtown with a dark, historic battle-torn wall and horse-drawn carriages still making the rounds on cobblestone streets. Both also rely (and thrive) heavily on tourism, and both are notorious for their sweltering heat and humidity.


If it weren’t for the hotel sign in Español, this could be Charleston

Sometimes, at the sound of a coche passing, I close my eyes and rapidly open them to wonder, momentarily, in which city I am living. For this, it is both ironic and devastating that, while I cheered on Colombia in their first Copa América victory over Brasil, nine people were killed in the American Methodist Episcopalian church in Charleston.


OK this one is Charleston, SC

Innocent victims, who had gathered for bible study, gunned down by a terrifying racist with no remorse. While one side of my heart was swelling with pride from a well-earned victory, the other side was aching with pain for the families of a loving community.


The original Bella Artes in San Diego, Cartagena

Living as an extranjera in Colombia for the past year-and-a-half, I have endured plenty of full-on stares, inappropriate questions, and the occasional “invisible” treatment. But I’ve never felt segregated because of the color of my skin. It seems that every person here is every color, meaning it is hard to tell where one color ends and the other begins.

Gis and Tomás resemble twins James and Daniel Kelly

Gis and Tomás resemble twins James and Daniel Kelly

My friend Gis has rich, creamy dark brown skin. His brother Tomás, born of the same parents, has light, milky-beige skin with tan freckles. Both are beautiful in their own way and, still, they look nothing alike. Yet they are born of the same blood. As we all are… somewhere…deep down.  We all exist the same in this world, together, even if we’re born looking very different for one another.


I haven’t lived full-time in the US for a few years. Reading news headlines and listening to responses to the shooting, I felt helpless living abroad, far away in a seemingly-twin sister city. Hearing about the week’s events, thinking of the senseless hatred from one terrible person that took the lives of nine beloved others, there was nothing to do but pray.

But while it seems just one act of violence can undo years of progress and change, the people of Charleston are proving that this is not something that will tear them apart. They are rallying together to fight hatred; some are even forgiving the shooter and moving on.

Forgiveness says you are given another chance to make a new beginning.
 – Desmond Tutu (South African leader, born 1931)

As my upcoming travels take me flying at the same hour of the Copa América game between Colombia and Perú, my heart will definitely be in two places: up in the air with my seleccíon, and soaring among angels from American Methodist Episcopalian.



La Chiva pa’ La Gringa

It’s probably been mentioned before, but living in a picturesque city selected in 1984 by UNESCO as significant addition to the heritage of the world, has its advantages. For one, you are surrounded by beauty and history which, for most, is a treat in itself. But for another, when your friends visit, you get to play tourist for a few days and discover all that the city has to offer, including some corny but cool options to explore and enjoy.


Happy Birthday, Cartagena! 481 years young

One adventure in Cartagena that shouldn’t be missed is a night on a Chiva tour. Totally touristy, tacky and tiring, Chivas are city-roaming, open-sided buses that drive groups around the downtown area and beaches, with most stopping at sights, serving drinks and snacks, and providing live music. Though there are several companies offering the tours that seem similar, its rumored that no two Chivas are alike.


Step 1: Meet the Chiva Dealer

While hotels and hostels offer tickets for Chiva tours, you don’t have to sign up in advance to find a good one. Denis passed me and my friend Javier, visiting from Perú, as we navigated a skinny Centro sidewalk. He smiled wide, catching my eye and rattling off the typical script given to tourists: “Playa Blanca, Isla Rosarios, Castillo San Felipe, Chiva tour…” “Yes!” I answered, almost startling him, “Chiva tour!” Denis’s smile broadened, “Si, amigos, ven conmigo!” (Yes, friends, come with me!) he responded, turning on his heels.


Yes, there’s a Chiva called La Pechichona

As we walked together, Denis cheerfully made small talk about the city, adding that he loves his job and enjoys meeting people from around the world. Soon, we reached the Plaza del Reloj, where a tall man with a vest and ID badges wrote out paper tickets.


I love the Chiva THIS MUCH

The tall man explained that, for the low price of $35000 COP (about $17 USD), the Chiva tour includes drinks, snacks, live music, an outside view of Castillo San Felipe, a visit to Las Murallas, and entry to a local discoteca, in about four hours. Denis then accompanied us to a large, colorful bus parked just outside the clock tower wall, where the front windscreen read Chocolate Tours: a Chiva company often seen around town (but unfortunately, with no website to reference here).


We are just getting started here

We climbed aboard, settling into a long, burgundy padded bench seat, surrounded by colorful tin cutouts and brightly-painted ornamental wood. Other excited Chiva riders soon filled the rest of the seats, with one row dedicated to the three-piece Vallenato band of a caja, guacharaca and accordian.


Sitting alone on the Chiva? Stock photo from tripadvisor.com

Step 2: Hold on to your vaso

The tour was off to a slow start as the bus snaked its way through Bocagrande, stopping at several hotels and homes where customers had made prior reservations. Though the pick up activity seemed to drag on for about an hour, the emcee, Rafael, stirred up the tourists over his microphone, asking where everyone was from, and encouraging the male riders to stand up and booty-dance over their seats.


Rafael masters the microphone

The videographer, Denise, filmed smiling couples and families, as riders from Perú, New York, Chile, Miami, Argentina and Colombia shook maracas to the beat of the band.


Rafael rallies the crowd

The driver, Bernardo, carefully navigated skinny streets, stopping at a small tienda where Rafael loaded boxes of rum, liters of Coca-Cola, and bags of ice to put in plastic cubetas until, finally, the Chiva got into full swing. As riders served drinks to each other, the band played loud, rhythmic Vallenato and sang harmoniously.


should we be suspicious the rack is designed for this bottle?

At our first stop, outside of Castillo San Felipe, riders were quickly advised by security to keep off the grass and obliged, but happily continued snapping photos as the castle loomed eerily in the night sky.


With Bernardo our driver and the grass-stompers taking photos

Step 3: Bailando under the night sky (or inside the discoteca)

Continuing, the Chiva drove through the colorful streets of San Diego, stopping a second time at Las Murallas, where riders descended upon the high wall that surrounds the center of Cartagena.


I’m thinking of this as my summer job. Yes?

On top of the wall, musicians took turns playing in groups as vendors hawked icy beer and soda, while others offered straw hats and shell necklaces. Tourists, as well as a group of local Mapalé dancers, celebrated in the hot but breezy Caribbean night.


The kid was leading the vocals, amazing!

Gathering the group, Rafael escorted us back to the Chiva where a large tray of fritos, including arepa con huevo and several types of empanadas, awaited hungry riders. Before moving on to Manga, a residential area just beyond the Centro, the Chiva made several turns through bohemian-esque streets of Getsemani, passing bar hoppers and evening diners at local cafés and restaurants.


Wilmar the vendor and his colorful cart killing it in the viking hat

Once in Manga, the Chiva stopped a few blocks from Taboo Crossover Club, a small discoteca where a DJ played popular songs in Salsa, Champeta, Vallenato and Reggaeton. Chiva riders disembarked for more dancing, this time among strobe lights, fog and air conditioning.

Step 4: Thank the Chiva and tell your friends

After about an hour, Rafael gathered up the riders wishing to return to the Centro, while several others remained at Taboo, having purchased botellas to drink on couches for lounging, probably well into the night. Arriving back at the Chiva, we discovered the rum was gone and the musicians had retired for the evening, but were grateful for the ride back to the Centro to catch a cab for home.


Bernardo wanted me to drive but I don’t have a Colombian license

Having seen Chivas tours around Cartagena for the past year, I would absolutely recommend them to anyone wanting a fun evening out, or a good way to start a serious night of celebration. While the company you select may not be important, Chocolate Tours seems right for professional partying. Although the owner Jose Antonio mentioned other services the company offers, including beach excursions and private transportation it’s obvious the Chiva tour carries the most bang for your buck in just four hours.


Overall, the Chiva with Chocolate Tours was exactly what this Gringa Costeña wanted: a night cruising through Cartagena with fun people, enjoying live Valleanto, sipping rum and Cokes and appreciating all that makes this city live up to its nickname, La Fantastica.


La Gringa Paisa

One of the (many) great things about Colombia is it’s multiple festivos throughout the calendar year. In addition to Navidad (Christmas) and Semana Santa (Holy Week, or Spring Break), there are several long weekends with a Friday or a Monday acting as the “festivo.” However, ask any Colombian what the festivo is celebrating, and most of them will be unable to tell you, mainly because there are so many in the year and also because, well, no one really knows, but any day reserved to celebrate and relax in Colombia is greatly-accepted, regardless of the reason.


Pop hangin with his moped

For this festivo weekend, with an added day off for celebrating Dia de la Maestra (teaching is awesome), a quick getaway to Medellin and Guatapé fit perfectly into four days and three nights. An Avianca flight booked days before whooshed easily up in the air and back down in about forty minutes; another flawless flight on the favorable Colombian airline.


lush lush lush crops everywhere

After landing in Medellin, transport to the city was had on the community buseta for a barato $8,600.00 COP, versus a taxi for the quoted $50,000.0o (más o menos) COP. Gracias a Díos for public transportation in South America. As the little buseta ripped its way over winding hilly terrain at daredevil speeds, I repeated the Spanish word for rollercoaster outloud “montaña rusa, montaña ruuuuusaaaaa!” as my neighboring passenger laughed at my fear/excitement.


this doesn’t even begin to show the size of Medellin

Arriving to my guest home, I was greeted by a beautiful woman named Gloria who welcomed me, fed me, and asked me questions about my life in Colombia, before wishing me a good night’s sleep. Waking to the smell of café con leche and warm arepas, desayuna was enjoyed with my other host, Juan Fernando, prior to catching the metro to the terminal de transporte. A large, bustling, half-indoor, half-outdoor estacíon reminiscent of the one in Guayaquil, people rushed up and down the stairs of the four floors.


I was pendiente of the lady in yellow, who seemed to know the deal

The buses to Guatapé, located on the bottom floor next to the departure area, flashed neon signs advertising the small town about two hours away, as well as it’s main attraction, La Piedra Del Peñol, a gigantic monolith surrounded by a man-made lake and sprawling fincas and ranchos: the main reason for this personal journey to the land of the Paisa.


rollin’ down the highway, fur-blowin’

The bus, priced at $12,500 COP one way, and packed with people (and one small dog), provided a breezy ride on twisty, winding mountain roads through lush green rolling countryside. This interior terrain of Colombia is spectacular to see, and the climate – know by many as “eternal spring,” was a welcome relief to the rising heat of Cartagena.


Juan Valdez lives!

Stopping to pick up vendors and drop off passengers, the bus continued until at last, appearing in the vast landscape like a humpback whale rising from a foamy green sea, it was finally visible: El Peñol, which left this gringa without words at first sight.


my heart started racing: first sight of El Peñol

As the bus drove closer,  finally passing the giant rock and rolling its way through Guatapé, I was so enamored by the scenery that I missed the little town and had to get off after the bus passed over the river, taking a colorful, speedy moto car back across.


This guy was so nice! He called a moto car for me after the bus stopped over the bridge

At my first stop, Lake View Hostel, where I “booked” my reservation by emailing the owner, Greg, a day before. I was greeted warmly by a gentleman named Johnny who proudly showed me the relatively-new hospedaje, my home for the night.


“Your (amazing, multi-colored, inexpensive) ride is here!”

Following a conversation with Johnny about Colombian life (and how we both love it), I took a moto car to El Peñol for $10,000 COP. It should be noted that collectivos, a rideshare in the back of a Nissan Patrol or similar vehicle with other passengers, are also available for about $3,000.


Looking up, feeling all of my years in my feet!

Regardless of the cost of transport, ascending the giant entry to El Peñol was almost as magnificent as standing before this huge monolith in person. Prior to moving to Colombia in 2014, this giant edifice, made of minerals including quartz, feldspar and mica, and rising 2,135 metres (7,005 ft) nearly straight up, has fascinated me and been at the top of my list of places to see in Colombia.


Halfway up: “Please God, let the Gringa get to the top.”

Fortunately, after paying $12,500 COP and climbing all 700 steps to the top, El Peñol did not disappoint. The climb up is momentarily brutal but overall exhilarating. Watching visitors from ages 3 to (possibly) 93 climb the skinny, carved rock staircase in the side of El Peñol was an adventure in itself.


Obligatory halfway-up selfie. Look at that view! Colombia te quiero!

Once at the top, the extraordinary view of this beautiful, diverse country made every step worthwhile. As the wind whipped around people taking selfies and staring out over the sprawling terrain of greens and blues, it was almost impossible not to feel a spiritual connection with Colombia.


Made it! Look at this beautiful country! When are you coming to visit?!

After a good hour at the top, the climb back down El Peñol was refreshing and easily achieved. Piling into a double moto car disguised as a Chiva and able to hold six people comfortably, I squeezed in as a seventh, riding on one of the two batteries to either side of the driver.


Yes, those are my feet next to the wheel. Nice arms, driver!

Yep, a “seat” of about 50 square centimeters (8 inches) was my ride space for the 15-minute journey down twisty, tree-lined roads. Praying to keep my balance steady, I cozied up to the driver over a few bumps, while he delivered our party safely, as promised.


Here I am acting cool but secretly praying to make it back safely

Walking through the colorful little town of Guatapé was a huge treat for panoramic-vista laden eyes, listening to the sound of a televised futbol game off in the distance, as families ate early dinners on their multi-level patios.


Mini Chiva and mini-mini chiva! The driver and I had a good laugh over this

As evening settled on Guatapé, colorful lanterns, strung on the tourist boats that cruise the river, dotted the horizon of the night sky, like a rainbow of low-hung stars.


Photo courtesy of HostelWorld.com

Returning to Lakeview Hostel at dinnertime meant trying some bites from Thai Terrace, a restaurant open to the public and located on the rooftop patio. Two types of Spring Rolls, fresh and flash fried, were served with interesting dipping sauces – peanut to compliment the fresh and spicy plum to enhance the fried. Both were excellent and presented prettily on small plates.


Barely awake: Champagne and me with el Peñol in the background

The next morning, before the bus ride back to Medellin ($12500 COP), an early start meant my choice of horseback riding companions from the vaqueros who congregate in the centro. I chose Alberto, with his wide smile and friendly “Buenos dias, mona linda, a la orden.” His smooth greeting roped me in like a baby calf to a seasoned cowboy.


Alberto my horseback guide. Paisas are awesome.

The air was crisp and dewy, and the poncho I had bargained down the evening before was well-appreciated, as my horse Champagne galloped along old stone roads.


Riding through the town streets, we headed out to the monastery, about an hour’s ride uphill, through back roads, passing little fincas and roadside tiendas.


Alberto and I talked about our future living here. Just kidding. (Or am I?!)

After horseback riding, a few hours walking along the malecón in Guatapé revealed a lively, friendly town excited to cater to tourists and locals alike. Vendors accepted price wagers cheerfully, and those preparing drinks and snacks made profitable advances in the warm, sunny weather.