In the porthole of the airplane are condensed all our memories, so much time spent around these hard but green valleys, then suddenly we see again the ocean. Bouncing many times from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic one, we fly over the extended plantations of Nicaragua and Costa Rica; we observe the slow and giant merchant ships going cross the Channel of Panama (Panama Canal), passage for all the goods of the world. Under our feet the white beaches of Colombian Caribbean and finally the impact with the Andes, suave and fertile in this region… now Colombia is so near, crazy and unapproachable: the same vernal climate of Guatemala and the smiles of the children in the street. It’s night when the bus leaves us in Villa de Leyva, our backpack full of projects and many stories to tell, experiences to share and the emotion to meet each others after so much time.
Probably it is!!! Wonderful landscapes and very, nice people we met on the way… see you soon