Some how, some way I survived my third Carnaval. When I first arrived in Colombia back in January 2017, I had a mere month to adjust to my new home, number my mosquito bites 1 – 53, and try my first Aguila beer before the drums began to sound and signaled the arrival of Carnaval. […]
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