Seated in the kiosko, deafened by the endless battle of two speakers blasting two different and equally grating strains of Vallenato music, I could see my manager Carmen gesticulating in exasperation to two recently arrived mochileras. From my vantage point some 60m from the front door of the Casa Amarilla I could see but remained Read more about The Arrival of the Obnoxious Mochileras[…]