Thirteen Days. Thirteen days and I'll be taking the trip I've literally been born to take. On the other hand, Monte has been hesitant about this trip since the day I first mentioned the idea. How did so much pressure come from one little trip? I think it all started with a plate of arepas con queso... Visiting my dad in Richmond one time shortly after Monte and I started dating, Monte had his first arepa. I watched almost too closely as he took his first bite of the grilled corn cake with cheese that my stepmom had just prepared for breakfast. He nodded in approval as he chewed and as silly as it sounds, I probably knew at that moment that one day, I would take that boy to Colombia. My excitement for a ... read more