A life in Colombia
I might dance like a blind giraffe. But I am determined to master the art of salsa. That’s the only reason I have spent the past five months agreeing to dance with every Latino who grins my way. Now I live in Bogota I have no excuse for not taking some organised classes. Last night […]
MoreTalk about speaking too soon. The day after I wrote my stroppy little blog about being unable to secure any work, two agencies offered me some classes. Starting this week. I should be teaching my first pupil, an auditor who heads a team of accountants, for an hour-and-a-half early on a Wednesday and for two […]
MoreI suffer from terrible impatience. Once I’ve made a decision (not one of my talents) I assume everything I want is going to happen within the next five minutes. I decided I was going to live in Bogotá exactly a week ago and, as yet, I don’t have a job or a flat. I’ve had […]
MoreMy potential new boss walked into the room. “Wow, you are tall,” he said, as we shook hands. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Now, I’ve lived in Latin America long enough not to be surprised by this question. I probably answer it three times a week. Dammit, I was practically expecting it. “More or less,” […]
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