The cabby drops me off. The trip from the library to the apartment is just about the length from a trip to Logan airport and back. I pay 12,000 pesos, about six dollars.
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It’s Thursday and the news on the radio is all about the evening’s soccer match.
There’s a crowd outside the gate of the U.S. embassy, huddling together under umbrellas. They wait hours before they’re allowed into the embassy vying for tourist visas they’ll probably never get.
I force my way to the front of the line amid grimaces and scowls, flash my U.S. passport and am ushered in. Inside the embassy, I report my presence in the country as all U.S. citizens are advised. I’m directed towards the safety information posted in the back of the office, where I learn that the State Department strongly advises against leaving city boundaries.
Later that day, I watch Colombia defeat Honduras 1-0. Colombia is happy.
• • •
Though the countryside is off limits according to the State Department, I visit a popular tourist town simply because the country is too beautiful too leave unexplored.
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