Jasmine Wanders

If you’re a regular visitor of my blog, you know that I’ve got some sort of sordid Colombian pueblo fetish…

The accusations started flying out of her mouth like the vomit from Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist. As neither of us had ever been accused of stealing before, the situation took an ugly turn quickly.

I’m a big fan of the pueblos in Colombia. Maybe “fan” doesn’t describe it accurately… it’s more like a “Hi I’m Jasmine, and I’m a pueblo addict,” kind of thing.

After getting some work done in the morning, I decide to head to town for lunch. On the way, I pass a small house downhill from the hostel where three little kids are singing to “Niña Bonita” amongst chickens and a few dogs. Further down, I pass a donkey standing in the middle of the [...]