After surfing I return to my hotel before hunting down breakfast. It’s later in the day and not many places are serving it anymore let alone just a bowl of fruit. My hotel is within a five minute walk to the beach, the very reason I chose it. I wander...

Remamo, remamo, remamo & up! Norberto looks critically at the position of my feet on the surfboard he drew for me in the sand. Although I went surfing for my first time in Tofino I didn’t take a lesson and had no desire to really try standing up on the...

Either I have finally found myself or I have found my place in the world, either way I have not been this happy since I was about 8 years old. I arrive at Huatulco airport on a typical hot afternoon. Welcomed by palm trees on the walkway into the airport...

Sometimes what we need arrives in a surprise package, like the guy who sits next to you on a tiny boat in the Caribbean ocean, on an overly expensive trip you had no intention of taking even as the determined salesman sells you the ticket. He’s a guy who makes...

After the whirlwind of Cartagena, I feel a little out of place being back in Medellín yet I booked myself three more days here so I would have the opportunity to do the things I didn’t get to on my first couple days, initially thinking I’d be tired from the...

My farewell day to Cartagena was spent lying on another beach of the beautiful Islas del Rosario, this one’s name is Isla Bela and it lives up to its name. This time as we pull in with our boat we’re met with a vista of a white sandy beach lined...

The water is beautiful today. It must be beautiful here every day. I’m on another boat, a much bigger one this time headed to the small exclusive isla de pirata (pirate island). Only 40 people are permitted to be on the island in one day and often times there are...

On my way to the festival venue I had a moment of weakness with a very aggressive salesman. I was hungry and looking for a nice little place to eat on the way to the theatre. Unfortunately looking for something and looking like a tourist means all of the locals,...

The Hay Festival de Cartagena is celebrating its 15th anniversary this year. The venue is a gorgeous theatre right off the water that’s gilded, beautifully molded, and completely packed up through the balconies. ...

“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...