BOGOTA is where I want to die. Colombia is my new favourite country and Bogota is its capital. This city has it all. Fascinating history, over the top culture, bad traffic and lots of edge. Great food is endless: restaurants creating…

BOGOTA is where I want to die. Colombia is my new favourite country and Bogota is its capital. This city has it all. Fascinating history, over the top culture, bad traffic and lots of edge. Great food is endless: restaurants creating…
Once upon a time, an oh so very young Jack would spend hours creating imaginary animals. A dark blue creature with the head of a lion, wings of an eagle, feet of an elephant. You get the picture. When we…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJYI-wsrEnQ “You never took us to Disney land” my kids complain whenever we fight. What a bad mother I have been. “But you got to swing, Tarzan style, on a vine in a real jungle” I can now snap back,…
Seems gap years are absolutely not for hanging out with your mother. So I was particularly pleased when Jack agreed to spend two weeks of his surprisingly action packed year traveling with me. We met in Bogota. Then we headed…
Sometimes a picture speaks louder than words. There is just no way I can describe the chaos and color, foam and flour, drinking and dancing, crowds and celebrating that make up the Barranquilla Carnival. Hence the montage! Billed as the…
In preparation for Cartagena Hunter and I dutifully watched Romancing the Stone, completely ignoring Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner, determined to be familiar with the city before we arrived. Total waste of time, the movie was actually shot in…