“Cartagena is so hot! Good luck!” was the constant response I got when I told people I was going to visit the Caribbean city. I took their warnings with a grain of salt because I lived in hot, humid, Washington,DC summers all my life. They were right. Cartagena’s scorching climate was not a force to be reckoned with …
Escobar, cocaine, and drug cartels were the only things that were spat back at me when I told my parents that I was going to travel to Colombia solo. What did I think of when I thought about Colombia? James Rodríguez of course. Besides my overt infatuation for the Colombian soccer player and my minimal knowledge of the infamous …