The Colombians love any excuse to throw a party. They even have 1 word for what we call a “going away party”. They call it a despedida (a lot less klude-y, in my opinion). I’ve seen enough people leave...
Scott to me, "I don't know what it is, but my feet hurt. The salt in the pool is stinging for some reason." Me, "Oh, I know what it is! You're cutting your feet on the tiles." Him, "Come again?" ...
I woke up to the sound of Scott moving with purpose. Usually if he’s just going to the bathroom I don’t even wake up. But it’s a different sound when someone is being discreet, direct and diligent. Whatever part of my brain is...