Prologue:
Forget all you have heard about Colombia; the cocaina (cocaine), drug cartels,
governmental corruption, FARC, and kidnapping of the innocent and dignified. Forget all that
media has portrayed and look at the progress and the actuality of Colombia. Yes, Colombia has
problems... but every country has problems. Learn about Colombia through my experiences.
The Start of My Journal:
I am finally in Bogota (the capital), Colombia. The city is a clash between ultra modern to dilapidated buildings with chipped exteriors. Although I immediately saw many differences
between the my country/culture and Colombia's there was many parallels that I could draw.
The plane ride was short except the 3 hour layover I had in the George W. Bush airport. On the
flight to Bogota I made a Colombian friend named Ximena (pronounced like Samina) she new
people in Hernando's graduating class at Gimnasio Moderno and she was once modeling.
Ximena clued me in on Colombia culture and made me feel more at ease.
Meeting Hernando's parents was nothing less then frightening but once I entered through their
big wooden door and I heard the word "Bienvenidos!" I knew everything would be OK.
Hernando asked his parents Maria Luisa (mother) and she said she liked me. His father's name
is Hernando as well.
Sister= Ana Maria
Brother=Julian
There will be more updates soon (San Andres y Providencia, getting sick, dancing salsa,
climbing a mountain and more!)
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