"In 1991 Medellin was the murder capital of the world, with a homicide rate of 381 deaths per 100,000 inhabitants." -IBD Memory House Museum We spent almost the entire day today at the Museo Casa de la Memoria (Memory House Museum) in Medellin. I entered the unadorned, almost utilitarian building, as a curious tourist and... Continue Reading →
As our bus approached the border to Panama, I gazed out the bus window and was mesmerized . . . . One hundred and three days later we said goodbye to Panama and a piece of our hearts. We fell in love with the country and the people we met.
I was 90 feet (27 meters) underwater and struggling to pull air in through my regulator. I told myself to calm down. I knew my anxiety was the contributing issue. People die from letting fear take over. I knew I needed to fight this fear and I wanted to conquer it.
Moraine Lake glistened before us. It was as far as we had planned to hike that day, a moderate 6.8 mile loop with a 2000 feet elevation gain. Beyond the smooth surface of the lake, Charity beckoned. She is the youngest and tallest of the three volcanic peaks collectively known as the Three Sisters. She sang a song of beauty that had our feet pushing further up the path as if the pied piper himself were playing his song for us.