My voyage to Colombia was an epic 10 hours, with 2 layovers in Houston and Panama City. My second layover in Panama City was made worthwhile by meeting one of my dear friend's mother, Alma Martinez. It was good luck, or fate perhaps, that she should be working that very day in the airport. As I made my way off the plane and down the corridor into the terminal, I was greeted by a young man holding up a sign with my name, who then escorted me to Alma’s mother. I knew it was her before she'd even stood up; I saw the same glow, and confident smile that I’ve gotten to appreciate over the past several years. We had a nice time chatting over coffee, and made phone calls to Alma, and even to her
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