From salsa dancing in a rum-induced haze and struggling to exercise in Colombia (the guerillas were using the track again today), to crossing international borders unconventionally and dodging bombs in Lebanon (the good news was that they were small bombs), Wendy somehow manages to find herself i...
This was what I thought as Francisco and I sped through the streets of Cali, Colombia. Just as I always experienced a tinge of emotion at the sight of the Welcome to Los Angeles sign at the Bradley terminal of the airport, I wondered if Francisco was getting nostalgic at the thought of returning ...