No shit there he was…. it’s one of those stories. Traveling down the highway in Tennessee, at 8:45 am, Nate was asleep on the couch of the RV (buckled in) and Scott was tired but full of coffee and ready for a full day of driving. Scott is still adjusting to driving The Chief. It’s…
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 the office to know that I would have to endure some sort of party (or…
I got to revisit one of my favorite places in Colombia this week. I hadn’t meant to set it up as my last trip outside of Bogota, but it just worked out that way. Two words: Monkey Island.
“Senora Evelyn,” he started…. this ought to have been clue #1 that something wasn’t entirely right, “I want to talk to you later in your apartment.” Ok, clues 2,3 and 4 were dropped in those words but I missed them – like usual. I was distracted. I was carrying Boston under one arm and Jack…
We weren’t sure what to expect but we really weren’t expecting what we got. We were there for a couples massage – a surprise birthday present from our nanny. Let’s go ahead and have a look at some of the pictures to set the scene: The ambiance was…. hmmm… how to get…
