It was early 2011 and I was still yet to make a decision. Marce and I were living happily enough in Buenos Aires and were taking time to explore Colombia during the summer, having already passed through Villa de Leyva, Medellin, the Coffee Region and Cartagena. Little did we know this would be our final destination.
That day we woke up very early, the early morning sun ricocheting off our hammocks and the warm Caribbean winds gently swinging us from side to side. Marce and I, almost instinctively and without discussion, left the area with the hammocks, still wearing our pyjamas, and headed down to the shore for a wander.
Sitting on Tayrona’s enormous rocks, getting splashed by the waves, we made the decision. That sea, which seemingly stretched out to infinity in front of us, was exactly the same as the opportunities which presented themselves to us: vast and unknown.
And so, just like that, before starting a new day, Marce and I silently realised that it was time to take the plunge, to finally stay in Colombia. And that’s how the first of my many ‘greatest memories’ in Colombia, my adopted home, was born.
Written by: JL
Translated by: Azzam
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