How I decided to move back home and start my own little farm...

After surfing I return to my hotel before hunting down breakfast. It’s later in the day and not many places...

Remamo, remamo, remamo & up! Norberto looks critically at the position of my feet on the surfboard he drew for...

Either I have finally found myself or I have found my place in the world, either way I have not...

Sometimes what we need arrives in a surprise package, like the guy who sits next to you on a tiny...

After the whirlwind of Cartagena, I feel a little out of place being back in Medellín yet I booked myself...