English, Suddenly
Two women were talking ahead of me in Bogotá, and it took me a moment to realize they weren't speaking Spanish at all.
Five weeks in Bogotá, walking from familiar streets and daily routines into a city of mountains, museums, murals and histories I was still learning how to read.
A café, a grocery store, a familiar walk -- and what it means to build a small, temporary routine in an enormous city.
Museums, mountains, and murals -- the outings still waiting on their essays.
Four miles to the Bogotá Botanical Garden, a bee on a pink flower, and what having somewhere to walk gave an unanswered afternoon.
Climbing Monserrate on foot in jeans, and what the city looked like from the top.
Joining a Copa América watch party without a jersey, an invitation, or perfect Spanish.
Two women were talking ahead of me in Bogotá, and it took me a moment to realize they weren't speaking Spanish at all.
A grocery run in Bogotá turned out to have a second step I didn't expect: the receipt, checked again on the way out.
A mural stopped me on a street-art tour. The photograph is evidence of an encounter -- not evidence that I understood it.
A visual notebook from five weeks in the Andes.