Traveling brings all sorts of unexpected adventure, both good and bad. This story is about the time in Rincon, Colombia where I didn’t want it to go to the bad.
It’s hard to believe I’ve moved away. I thought I would live in California–or San Francisco for the rest of my life. I have spent more time on the West Coast of the United States then I have on the East Coast, the place of my birth.
The longest night of the year is upon us and I am ready for what comes after.
I got to see my “old” samba troupe perform in Seattle a few weeks ago.
I’ve been at this a long time. Saying it like that makes it sound like I am old, but I’ve been part of a movement since before I could walk, so then yes it has been some time.