Sketchism

My parents informed me recently that they are planning a trip to Colombia for the four of us. It’s been 11 years since we’ve been. There are a few key things I remember about our time there:

The weather in Bogota was super cold. I fell off the top of a bunk bed. My brother’s Florida Panthers hat was snatched by a hoodlum and we chased him down till he fell of his bicycle and we took him to the police. The ranch we stayed at was infested with spiders. We were followed in the mountains by a mysterious group of men, but we managed to hide for three hours until there was no sign of them. I experienced Magic Eye for the first time. I tasted mangos with salt and decided I liked mangos better without salt. And I made a song about all the dogs in the farm. I still remember the lyrics.

“Lupe, Timoteo, Yanco y Nene, Tony y Pelusa…” (repeat 20x)

My favourite memory: having a guava battle on the farm with all my cousins, then running down to the pool for the rest of the afternoon, and wrapping up the night by eating fresh arepas with the whole family outdoors.

Good times.

Well, time to get critiqued. I’ll show you guys the work soon. Peace!