I went to my place of birth, Barranquilla, Colombia (pop.: approx. 1.3 million), for 2 weeks, from January 2-19. Pretty much I arrived to the same country I left 3 years ago: -Same guerrilla and paramilitary violence. -Same recession. -Same widespread corruption. But, hey, I still love the place. A few anecdotes: 1) My dad gave me his car to move around in town, because I wanted to rent a car (not a very bright idea there). One of my cousins, a 34-year-old Bill Clinton sexual emulator wanted me to take him to a particularly seedy part of the city...