Musings from a Bogotá café
Sitting in a chic Bogotá café in El Nogal, one of the city’s most exclusive neighbourhoods, I find myself in the not-entirely-unfamiliar position of patiently waiting for a student who has clearly forgotten all about our appointment. As I still have an hour until my next scheduled meeting, this means that I am left with time to kill. I start writing, as it [more]