The air in Colombia was fresh, vibrant, filled with echoes of salsa music and stories of different people, on the outskirts of Columbia, the houses were built side by side, there windows filled with flowers, laughters echoing through them.
In the city, the buildings rose above each other on the hills, with glass reflecting high over them.
It was a warm city, filled with vibrant and happy people, something you’d want to be a part of. With the wind dancing with the sea, tangling through people’s hair, and through people’s clothes, it carries silent stories with in it.
The green rainforest on the sides of the mountains, beautiful, eye catching, with the mist covering its beauty from people’s eyes, it was a home, to a few who loved nature, or to the rest who enjoyed its adverse beauty.
