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...