Postcards from Colombia :)

Visiting our farm, in Colombia, we are far from isolated. There are nearby towns you can visit, restaurants dot the street; there's even resorts where you can spend the day and entertain 5 guests or so, for a grand total of $100!

That's a myopic scowl-squint, on my face, without my glasses and blue goggles on my forehead 😉 Will do best to maintain an unambiguous smile in upcoming pics 🙂 Hope your 2022 is off to a happy start & continues to behave 🙇🏻

At the center of every small town, you will find a church:

Latin American culture, in general, I have noted is quite religious. But, not in a showy, self-righteous way. They still drink and party and go about their life, while thanking God every chance they get and visiting Church, on Sunday.

To get back to our farm we take what is called a moto-raton (basically, a covered motor cycle) to climb up the mountain.

Here is the view from the entrance of our little farm house:

Then, if you walk a little further down, you are met with this breath-restoring view:

Generally, Medellin is ringed by mountains. Growing up in dry Egypt, surrounded by the desert, I'm still not used to how lush and green tropical Colombia is.

Back in the city, staring from our apartment balcony, the weather can turn on a dime. In the tropics, generally, temperature is based on your altitude and there are no seasons, per se; it's either wet season or dry season.

Living in Florida on and off, for over a decade, I've gotten used to this schizophrenic weather, where it can go from sunny to rainy in a heartbeat and back again. I even learned, living in America, of something called spring showers -- where it's raining while the sun is out. Talk about confusing!