Santa Marta and Taganga
March 3rd 2010 Smoke from somewhere up in the village rises to meet the clouds that are beginning to roll over the tree-laden but somehow perpetually chocolate orange coloured mountains that surround me - as though autumn has somehow found its permanant home in a tiny part of this ever lush green country.
Forgive me - my poetic license must be approaching expiry by now! I suppose that the inability to interr
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