Almost any person that travels outside the
For now I was safe as I resided in a Hotel in the capital city of
Before the long drive to Miraflores, my mother assured me that everything would be alright because the FARC were usually in the mountainous area very far north, but she still warned me and my brother not to speak English loudly as it would gather attention. We drove and arrived safely at my Grandmothers house; I believe that I wasn’t as scared because I was asleep half the time.
So my family and I had a good time. We ate farm grown food, slept late, and learned to milk cows. But As usual, all good things come to an end and we were soon finding ourselves on the road again. My mind had wandered off of the subject of the FARC. But I spoke too soon.
Up ahead on the road I could see a station of armed infantry men. Were they FARC, Paramilitary, Colombian military? It was too far to see. My heart was racing, wondering what to do if it was the FARC. Would I run, or be taken prisoner? We finally arrived at the point and a great sigh of relief came over me as I saw the Colombian flag. What a relief! They were just performing a routine car check and asked for some ID. In the picture I am the one with the grin on my face and a brownish Quicksilver jacket. You can tell that I was still a bit in shock. I was ecstatic and the trip couldn’t have been better!
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