I fell in love with Bogotá, Colombia as soon as I caught my breath. Bogotá is a large, spread-out city, deep in the Andeans Mountains on the North side of South America. I landed in Bogotá only yesterday, and I have been out of breath ever since. Luckly for me, I found a park not too far from where I landed while searching for a place to peacefully take a toke or two.

As I walked deep into the park in search of a safe place to smoke, the first memory I made was seeing a young man or teenager make, what appeared to me, a dope deal. Then,  I noticed a cop not to far away who was sitting down, staring at his smartphone. Then I decided to head up the hill away from the cop.

I found a brick wall where the only other person in smelling distance was that young man conducting suspicious business. I decided to light up my joint. As I smoked my first toke since about a month ago in Panama City, I noticed the young man sitting on the bench, ripping un what looked like a bud. Then he pulled out a pack of papers and began to roll a joint. I felt safe; so, I continued to toke. By the time I finished my smoke, the young man was well into his. The cop was gone so I decided to wonder on.