I was just a body. And for a moment, that was enough.
¿Tienes tu propia historia de crecer en Colombia? Compártela en los comentarios. as a little girl growing up in colombia
Mornings were for the tinto . The grownups drank it black and bitter, but I got the —mostly milk, served in a heavy ceramic mug that warmed my palms. There was always a piece of salty queso campesino tucked into the bottom, waiting to be fished out, soft and squeaky, with a spoon. I was just a body
If you grow up in the , like in Medellín or Bogotá, your world is one of eternal spring or misty mountains. You wear wool ruanas over your school uniform and spend weekends at a finca (farm), surrounded by the intoxicating smell of wet earth and coffee beans. Compártela en los comentarios
: Annual milestones like New Year's Eve are celebrated with specific rituals, such as wearing yellow for good luck. 3. Food and Flavors
As I entered my teenage years, I began to realize the importance of education and the role it could play in shaping my future. I worked hard in school, determined to make a difference in my community and to create a better life for myself. I was inspired by the resilience and determination of the Colombian people, and I knew that I wanted to contribute to the country's growth and development.