Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
To get to El Carmen from Cartagena, you have to take a bus. Despite my best advice to myself, I ended up sitting right behind the driver a couple of weeks ago. I hate sitting where I can see the road, watching as the van careens past fuel trucks and semis, passing on uphills and
I may be close to admitting that I have a problem. This morning, I choose the carrot juice over the orange from the street vender on my way to work. The reason had nothing to do with vitamin C content and everything to do with combination. Simply, the brilliant colour of the carrot matched my
So, my question for the universe. What is fun? What do you do for fun? I’m trying to figure out what I like post-university. However, someone very wise said to me today that you are the same person, just with more stuff in your head. Still, what was fun before that? And, to top it
Anna L. Vogt 