I disembarked the plane in Medellin, Colombia, and felt like I was home.  It was neither a feeling of comfort nor familiarity, but one of belongingness.  It’s rare that I feel so connected with the places I visit, but I generally fault myself for this.  Frequently, I am the only blonde in a sea of brunettes, and if I can speak the native language, I do so in a mangled tongue that probably …  

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