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Back to Colombia
Maybe it’s the sound the rain makes on a tin roof. Maybe it is the kindness in the eyes of those I encounter. Maybe it’s the simplicity of life.
As soon as I land in Colombia, something bizarre takes over me; I feel instantly at ease, a gentleness I never feel at home in the US.
I am in a rock climbing community outside of Bogotá. I am not a climber, but I love being surrounded by cliffs and rocks. Tomorrow, I will go exploring in the mountains to ground a bit after being away from these mountains for too long.
For a few months, I debated where to go; Nicaragua and Paraguay were high on my list for two reasons. I have never been, and the ease of a visa/border run availability. Paraguay is still on my list to check out, but Colombia always calls me back.
Have you ever been somewhere that feels like home, even though it is not your home of birth?
It is also a place I know has issues; I am not naive to believe it is all rainbows and butterflies. One of the primary reasons I almost did not come was the difficulty of getting a long-term visa with immigration.
When I was reading about getting residency in Paraguay, it would be a breeze (maybe who knows, appears so). I have no idea. Except when I was…
