Cali, Colombia

The humidity hits right away—the hug after a long flight. It softens the sharp corners of car horns and sunshine reflected off mirrored trinkets. Colors stand in the gap, painted along alleyways and rocks. Salsa is the pulse of this town. You can feel it from way up high in the park, the grassy mound tumbling out beneath you.

Sweat catches up with the stairs that you hiked, rolling down the corner of your arm. But look at the clouds.