I was sauntering through San Anton, a ruined monastery, part of which is used as an albergue, when my name rang out over the classical music emanating from the only bar cafe for miles around. Continue reading “Camino Two: 10, Pablo Escobar And Me.”
I was sauntering through San Anton, a ruined monastery, part of which is used as an albergue, when my name rang out over the classical music emanating from the only bar cafe for miles around. Continue reading “Camino Two: 10, Pablo Escobar And Me.”