Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
It rained the whole three days we were in Puerto Asis, Putumayo. Instead of the blast of hot, humid, air I was expecting when I stepped of the plane, we were meet by gray skies and drizzling rain. From the weather to the alien looking pineapples currently in season, with their spiky skin, everything was
“Hope is the thing with feathers,” wrote Emily Dickenson. I would like to take that one step further: hope is the thing with feathers and that thing is a chicken. Chickens are omnipresent on the Caribbean coast. People who don’t have a lot of anything at least have a chicken or two; to have chickens
Anna L. Vogt 