At noon, it was the clatter of pots and the tic-tic-tic of the gas meter. At 6:00 PM, it was the himno nacional (national anthem) on every single television channel at once—a strange, imposed moment of unity before the cadenas (mandatory government broadcasts) interrupted our cartoons.
If you grow up on the , life is lived in the key of Cumbia. Your childhood is defined by the salt air of Cartagena or Santa Marta, the heat that makes the pavement shimmer, and the constant, infectious beat of Vallenato music spilling out of every open window. Here, you learn to dance before you learn to run. The Strength of the Matriarch as a little girl growing up in colombia
On December 7th, the holiday season officially begins. A little girl stays up late, her face illuminated by the glow of dozens of candles lined up on the sidewalk, making silent wishes for her family and her future. At noon, it was the clatter of pots