Southward, on the Double

Gabriel Goldstein
Mar 30, 2019 · 16 min read
Popoyan, an hour of sun between the rains

Nighttime, the patio of the Iguana Guesthouse in the big city of Cali. A place I did not expect to be today, maybe not at all. A black cat is lying on the little table I’m writing at. A dog sadly yelping across the street, which is quiet and affluent, houses like modest villas. But two blocks down there are bars and clubs, and the sound of music with horns permeates. It is warm here, balmy even, but there’s a breeze, and it’s not the extreme…