Comuna 13, Medellin Colombia

"A friend of mine, when he was a child, he walked out the front door one morning and found a dead body laying in a pool of blood in the street,"  Tatiana said as we sat around the living room in her apartment in San Javier.     She grew up in the neighborhood known as Comuna... Continue Reading →

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On Noise and Peace, Arvi Park

We wanted to get an early start today, to get a full day at Arvi park.  I was up by 6AM enjoying the tail-end of the overnight window of peace and quiet, making my coffee, preparing today's packed lunch, aware of the ephemeral nature of this reprieve. The loud speakers from the street below started... Continue Reading →

Guatape, Colombia

Tiny cobblestone streets wind through colorful shops and homes adorned with Zocalos, painted murals depicting traditional scenes.  The narrow streets barely wide enough for a car are mostly used by motorcycles or tuk-tuks. (Click any image above to enlarge) Guatape is a tourist destination for many Colombians and other South Americans along with not a few gringos and... Continue Reading →

Violence and Resistance: Medellin

"In 1991 Medellin was the murder capital of the world, with a homicide rate of 381 deaths per 100,000 inhabitants."  -IBD We spent almost the entire day today at the Museo Casa de la Memoria (Memory House Museum) in Medellin.  I entered the unadorned, almost utilitarian building, as a curious tourist and came out as... Continue Reading →

Three Months in Panama

As our bus approached the border to Panama, I gazed out the bus window and was mesmerized . . . . One hundred and three days later we said goodbye to Panama and a piece of our hearts.  We fell in love with the country and the people we met.

Swimming with Sharks in Coiba

I was 90 feet (27 meters) underwater and struggling to pull air in through my regulator.  I told myself to calm down. I knew my anxiety was the contributing issue.  People die from letting fear take over.  I knew I needed to fight this fear and I wanted to conquer it.

South Sister beckons, Oregon

Moraine Lake glistened before us.  It was as far as we had planned to hike that day, a moderate 6.8 mile loop with a 2000 feet elevation gain.  Beyond the smooth surface of the lake, Charity beckoned.  She is the youngest and tallest of the three volcanic peaks collectively known as the Three Sisters.  She sang a song of beauty that had our feet pushing further up the path as if the pied piper himself were playing his song for us.

The Cowboy in Boquete

He finished the molten colored liquid in his shot glass leaned to the side and pulled out his pistol.  The only sound was the metal hitting wood as it was placed on the table.

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