“You live were!?” is usually the first question I get when I tell North Americans that I live in Colombia. Yes, Colombia, the land of Pablo Escobar, cocaine, bombs, and kidnappings. Yes, Colombia, the land of Marxist guerrillas and right... (Continue reading)
On an afternoon in December last year, a stroll down Medellin, Colombia’s center provided a glimpse of how the city once referred to as “the murder capital of the world” has managed to lift itself up from the ruins of... (Continue reading)