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flyboy_foxI love my mechanical treadmill. I've done a couple miles on it today already, and I'm gonna do do some more in a sec.
But there is something that's been weighing pretty heavily on my chest for a while now and I need to get it out.
I want to visit Colombia.
No, I need to visit Colombia. It's half of my heritage. My father is Colombian and he lives in Colombia, yet I've never even been there.
Colombia is a beautiful country with its fair share of troubles. I want to visit Bogota and Cali. I want to see the cities, the towns, the mountains and the rainforest. I want to see the coffee plantations and the plantain groves. I want to soak up my Latin-American heritage and maybe soak up some of the language too. I want to dance the salsa in the streets. I want to learn about this part of myself so that I can feel like my soul is as much Hispanic as my physical body. I look Spanish. I have my father's skin coloring and his dark eyes and hair. I have a very South American body type. I look the part, but I want to FEEL it.
But I don't know how. I can't afford to do this. I'm already in so much student debt. I tried to apply for volunteer work via Shakira's Bare Feet project, but no one even answered my enquiries. If I go, I would want to do it independently, even if it would make more sense to try to stay with my dad. I don't think I could bear living with him in his home country. I can hardly bear living with him when he's here, even though I love him. It's not about him; it's about me. I need to go. I need to say I've been. I want to see the country that I already love so much just for being part of me.
I've gotta make it happen somehow.
Anyway, new eggs!
But there is something that's been weighing pretty heavily on my chest for a while now and I need to get it out.
I want to visit Colombia.
No, I need to visit Colombia. It's half of my heritage. My father is Colombian and he lives in Colombia, yet I've never even been there.
Colombia is a beautiful country with its fair share of troubles. I want to visit Bogota and Cali. I want to see the cities, the towns, the mountains and the rainforest. I want to see the coffee plantations and the plantain groves. I want to soak up my Latin-American heritage and maybe soak up some of the language too. I want to dance the salsa in the streets. I want to learn about this part of myself so that I can feel like my soul is as much Hispanic as my physical body. I look Spanish. I have my father's skin coloring and his dark eyes and hair. I have a very South American body type. I look the part, but I want to FEEL it.
But I don't know how. I can't afford to do this. I'm already in so much student debt. I tried to apply for volunteer work via Shakira's Bare Feet project, but no one even answered my enquiries. If I go, I would want to do it independently, even if it would make more sense to try to stay with my dad. I don't think I could bear living with him in his home country. I can hardly bear living with him when he's here, even though I love him. It's not about him; it's about me. I need to go. I need to say I've been. I want to see the country that I already love so much just for being part of me.
I've gotta make it happen somehow.
Anyway, new eggs!
