Colombia

We got robbed in Bogotá, just 15 minutes after arriving. I chased the guy, we fought, the police and army came, they shot him — long story short. He survived, thankfully, but while I’m writing this, he’s still in prison. Three years later.

In Cartagena, we lived for a month with two French poodles and one Colombian woman. We never saw sunsets as orange as in the city of Márquez.

I’ll never forget the wind on the backstreets of San Andrés island, up north near Nicaragua.

And Medellín… well, let’s just say it deserves its own story.

Locations visited: Bogotá, Medellín, Cartagena, Guatapé, San Andrés — and many places in between.