Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
I used to love motorcycles. When I first got to Sincelejo, every trip to the store felt like an adventure. I would stand on the street, wave down the first moto that came around the corner, and hop on board. As we raced down the street, I relished the feel of wind in my hair,
Excitement: Attending a meeting about people who want to return to Old Mampujan. Perhaps, just perhaps, now is the time! Frustration: I have an ambiguous role in this community and am never quite sure how I fit in or what I am supposed to be doing, or how. Accompaniment is a very fluid job description.
