Still in Colombia?

Waking up in familiar Taganga, with loud Ballanato music playing from one side, reggae from the other, merely steps from my own beach.  I walk down to the beach for my twice-daily fresh fruit juices with names like Nispero-Maracuyà or Borojo or Zapote-Corumba, served blended with ice in a bucket. not a cup. a bucket.  My Colombian visa expired about a week ago and I am going to deal with this soon. Chilling, partying, swimming, and scuba diving with my good friend Carlos, whom I met in Buenos Aires, although he lives in San Francisco and goes to Burning Man and we have friends in common even.  He only has a few weeks here in Colombia and wants to see a bit of it, so who am I to blow against the wind? 

We just returned from a Scuba Safari, where we lived on a deserted carribean beach in Parque Nacional de Tayrona for 3 days, scuba diving and building bonfires and eating good food and kayaking and snorkelling. I got to go and dive (remember, I`m broke?) in exchange forn cooking and cleaning. Not a bad deal, eh?

Anyways, we`re off either tomorrow night or Tuesday morning, com certeza, to Venezuela, where we`ll be heading to Isla Margarita for New Years, hopefully Taal and Elana (already there) have found a place for us all to stay. Otherwise... Who needs to sleep?

But then again, if Carlos doesn`t want to leave yet... it wouldn`t be that hard to convince me to stay in Colombia. Damn, I love this country.