Take a Good Look at Me

I’m back from my trip to Barranquilla, Colombia with a tan, a few less pounds and, most importantly, with a bright smile on my face. My uncle's wedding was beautiful—the bride was gorgeous and the groom extremely handsome (of course) And then there was me. I have to say, I felt like a million bucks! I wore my purple and black dress that I love and it fit me like a glove. Plus, I was able to wear 5-inch heels for the majority of the night. My feet eventually cramped, but all in all I had a blast.

The eating habits in Colombia are a little different than what I'm used to in the States. Yes, they do have McDonald’s, Burger King, hot dogs, etc., but from what I can remember, a lot of what I did eat was already prepared for me. I didn’t work out, but I walked pretty much everywhere. If I wasn’t walking, I was likely dancing. I danced so much one day that my mother kept asking me if I was OK. That was an understatement. I was great. I was loving my curves and feeling the rhythms of my country. What's better than that?

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