Cafe Ondas: Medellín

“What does your mom think?!” asks almost every human who appears more adult than me in Medellin (i.e., everybody). Since I’m often mistaken for a student myself, most friends I’ve made in the Spanish-English circuit are shocked to know that I’d showed up to Colombia’s second-largest city sola. Unmarried, single, and twenty-two years old. “Sos un bebe,” they tell…… Continue reading Cafe Ondas: Medellín