Bogota, a city with a population of 8 million people, in which 1.5 million have been displaced (and that is a fraction of the total # of displaced people in Colombia). As in internal refugees. As in people that were quite literally forced out of their homes in small rural communities and shipped to a city they have never been to with nothing. Can you imagine In 2014, hundred of tents lined these streets with camps of the displaced residents. Many of whom, have lost limbs in land mines from Cartels and Guerilla groups because their previous homes were close to precious crops. Today, beautiful street art covers every wall illustrating the struggles of this group as well as other marginalized populations. One particular story still occupies my mind even after returning home. That is the story of Dylan, an 18 year old boy that was shot and killed in the back of the head by police during a peaceful protest. Dylan was protesting for increased education. This was just 2 months ago. It is important for the world to hear stories like Dylan's and my hope is that if more people take interest, there is a greater likelihood of families like Dylan's getting some justice. What I love about Colombia most is its inspiring, resilient people. This infectious sense of warmth, friendliness, and positivity that was true to everyone I met- many whom have faced such significant struggles and have risen past with grace. If you ever have the chance to go to Colombia, GO!
The sun came back and the colors are STUNNING! The dogs loved being able to go on proper walks again without being carried everywhere (that red mud got everywhere inside our Casita!). Our little one, Lolis, at one point refused to come back in because she wanted to be in the sun so much. This evening, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset lighting up the red rocks around us as we made our way back from our evening walk. This place sure is magical!
My final image from the Faroe Islands. This will always be a memorable week of perseverance. It was the best place to take time to decompress and self reflect on an amazing trip and think of where I was going next. With mostly nothing but nature and myself for the whole time there I was able to ground myself in awe of the world and respect for the small portion an individual is but what one can truly accomplish.
Fun fact when I got to the islands I was pretty worn out of cash and it’s not a cheap place, aside from making most of my food I camped out in my rental car every night. It got hard and was chilly but being on some random part of one of the islands with no one else around besides darkness and my thoughts had a tinge of bliss to it. Sometimes I oddly miss that simplicity over the comfort of a house. However, I wouldn’t recommend that strategy or try and repeat it myself unless there was proper camping materials involved of course....
Un petit tour de bateau C’est pas faute d’avoir essayé, mais une grosse chaîne nous a empêché de faire notre taf d’instagrameur correctement 😕 je penserais a prendre une scie la prochaine fois, ça sert toujours ihih