One of the things I most wanted upon arriving in Colombia was a massage. I had been walking all over the place taking pictures, sitting in cramped airplanes and taxis, and I figured that what with the exchange rate, a good massage had to be pretty cheap down here.

I asked the owner of the hostel in...

I hadn’t even arrived in Bogotá yet, but I was already invited to a Colombian wedding. I must admit that I pretty much invited myself, but after three hours of chit-chat on the flight from Miami to Bogotá, Pilar and I felt like we were old friends. She gave me my first crash-course on Colombia, explaining...

In Colombia, like pretty much everywhere else, the “Have’s” are terribly afraid of the “Have Not’s.” They think that los de abajo are constantly thinking of ways to do them harm and to take away their precious things. Isn’t it more likely that they’re thinking instead of how to simply...