I haven't written one of these letters to you for a long time BUT... this morning you left for New York and Columbia and there were a few things I wanted to say but I didn't.
You see, while I am super excited for you to be going back to New York again I'm a little worried about the other parts of your trip.
I MEAN TRULY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
Yesterday I googled Bogata. Big. Mistake.
Yes, you would have thought I had learnt my lesson about googling anything that troubled me after I looked up root canals (and if dear reader you are seriously going what the hell is she talking about, then google root canals - you will never be the same again.)
So while I was saying goodbye and wishing you a great adventure, I was silently replaying all the bad stuff I read about Columbia. Like,
- the Mayor of Bogota is a former leftist guerrilla,
- according to a 2011 article in The New York Times, 'street muggings and thefts have surged since 2007', leading certain commentators to declare a crisis of security in the city, and
- in several recent polls, around 72% of the inhabitants say they have been victims of violent crime in 2010 and 2011.
Did you know about this? I know you can't change your plans but I am just going to pray you don't drink or eat while you are there because I read that they slip things into your food and drink so they can rob you. No, of course I don't know who 'they' are, as it could be any one of them. Yes, I really said that.
I know I worry too much to the point of being irrational. At least I kept my mouth shut until you were safely out of the country. And, given you have no Internet access, you won't be able to read this until you are safely back in the country. So by then, it won't matter what you think about what I thought.
Yes, I know, that made a whole lot of sense to me too.
However, in my more rational moments I do realise it is how it should be - Age Considers and Youth Ventures.