Thoughts on Becoming a Bogota House-Husband

Yesterday, May 7 2013, was the day it dawned on me that I had become a Bogota house-husband. My travels have taken me all over the world, but principally through Latin America, and in this bastion of machismo where the thick veins of sexism run deep, I have become an aeonian presence in our apartment, Read more about Thoughts on Becoming a Bogota House-Husband[…]

Romantic Vallenato Music: Colombia’s Worst Creation?

Subjected in my rural office, to two nearby riverside kiosks intent upon drowning out one another and inflicting the rest of us to raucous, skull splitting and above all tedious strains of romantic vallenato music at all hours of the day, you could say that I’ve had some time to establish a profound dislike for Read more about Romantic Vallenato Music: Colombia’s Worst Creation?[…]

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