“Ah, Canada!” A scrawny man, dark skin, dark eyes, black curly hair smiles at me big. He knows he’s right and I haven’t even said a word yet. All I’ve done is looked at him when he said ‘Hola!’ and smiled. Then he says Toronto, and for whatever reason I...

Lush, brooding, vibrant are just a few words that come to mind when trying to describe the city of Medellín, nestled in the opening peaks of the Andes. The constant humidity against the mountains combined with the heat of the day make great dark thunderclouds each day which have yet...