Growing up in Colombia was an incredible experience that shaped me into the person I am today. The warmth and hospitality of my people, the richness of our culture, and the beauty of our landscapes have left an indelible mark on my heart. I feel grateful to have grown up in such a wonderful country, and I hope to share these experiences with others, inspiring them to explore and appreciate the beauty of Colombia.

That was the year I learned that Colombia is a country of balconies. Some people are born on them, waving at the parade. The rest of us are born in the street, craning our necks.

Being a girl in Colombia meant living in the rhythm of the afternoon downpour. At 3:00 PM, the sky would bruise purple, and suddenly, the corrugated tin roofs would begin their frantic drumming. We didn’t run inside; we stood under the eaves, watching the street turn into a brown river, launching paper boats that would inevitably drown by the corner.

That night, at a quinceañera, a boy named Sebastián pulled me into a corner. He smelled like cologne and sweat and cheap beer. He put his hand on my waist. He was seventeen. He had a motorcycle and a smile that was all teeth.