Category Archives: Bogota

Reason #3: Because Even Bad Days Are Still Considered Awesome

Life is a roller coaster. Sometimes you’re at the top of the mountain, and other days, you’re free falling with no end in sight. But, for me, even those horrible days outweigh my best days back in my home country. Continue reading

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From Banana Skin Flip Flops

I’m not one to republish content, but this one (Catch the Pigeon) was to good to pass up. One of my close friends down here, Vicki, is a freelance journalist. In her free time, she keeps a blog about her adventure filled life from Bogotá, Colombia. Highly recommended… especially this blog she recently posted. Check out her blog here, or her more professional work here. Continue reading

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Spanish

As the year came to a close, I began to look back at my time in Colombia. Obviously, one of my bigger commitments I made was my desire to learn this language called “Spanish.” I thought that after I finished the course, I’d be speaking perfectly. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Continue reading

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My New Years Resolution

I usually don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. But, this year is different. I may be a little late deciding on this (23 days to be exact), but my goal is to keep Travel to Move up-to-date. Continue reading

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Colombian Futbol

Futbol is by far the most popular sport down here in Colombia. After ringing my mate, we decided to head up to the stadium one rainy, Sunday afternoon to catch a game. I knew the game would be intense, but little did I expect what actually would happen. Continue reading

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Introducing…

I’m petrified of commitment, but recently, I decided to take the plunge. There is someone very important to me that I need to introduce you too…

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Ugly Feet

After arriving in Pensilvania (a town that my girlfriend used to live in), I discovered that Ana had decided that I needed a pedicure. After kicking, screaming, and crying like a little girl all the way to the shop, she forced me to sit down, shut up, and finally do something about my hideous feet. Continue reading

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