He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Montserrate, Bogota

Montserrate, Bogota

I don't know how it happened that I am traveling so much in the first half of this year, but it's been amazing. I decided to become a nomad for life.

Columbia is the favorite country of my sister, she happens to live there right now so it's a necessity to visit - to experience the country by her side, understand why she fell in love with it. It was the first time that I did not prepare at all for a trip, and fully relied on her for all the planning (yes, it did feel a bit odd). Our itinerary: Bogotá, Villa de Leyva (a stunning, small jewel of a town about 3 hours outside of Bogotá, kind of like the Montauk of Bogotá I would say), and then the town where my sister currently lives which was more about experiencing her environment then anything touristy.



Terrace views, yes, from our terrace

Terrace views, yes, from our terrace

Our apartment was a tiny, stacked, lovely affair

Our apartment was a tiny, stacked, lovely affair


For me the old part of the city was a lot about doors. And colors. If Iceland was about black and white this country is about colors. And then there was a wonderfully somewhat morbid sentiment in the center. It reminded me of downtown Los Angeles before the boom, or also downtown São Paulo.

There is rain all the time every day, which creates those nice moments.


The tropical fruits were so good. I thought I knew most of what's available, but was a complete novice.


Villa de Leyva. What impressed me was how authentic it was. Even though this town gets so many visitors, their little community seems unphased. They are famous for their white ponchos, I got two and am still mourning over not having bought a third.


The only photo I took in my sister's town.


And I got into Colombian music:

I've had this Botero in my bathroom for years.