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Life in The Mountains of Colombia
This morning, I woke up in a cloud forest, which has become an everyday occurrence if I wake up early enough.
It’s rainy season here on my mountain, and I have no idea how much longer it will last. The rains come at night and last until just before dawn or sometimes until late morning.
As I sit and write this, the sun is beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. The cool morning air still has a bite to it, which requires me to load up on a hot drink and stay bundled in my sweater.
When I first moved to Colombia, I didn’t imagine I would ever need to wear a sweater.
I should probably rephrase that to stay: I never imagined living in Colombia, especially somewhere I would need a sweater.
It is not that cold, but the cold/rainy nights are one of my favorite things about where I live. When the rainy season is gone, I will miss the gentle tapping of the rain on my tin roof and waking up engulfed in a cloud.
When I explain to people that I live in Colombia, I mostly get questions about safety. So many people seem to concern themselves that I can not make a proper decision on my own, and they like to hammer home that ¨Colombia is dangerous¨.
