An Ode to Los Llanos
An Ode to Los Llanos The first journey from mountain chill to the warmth of the Llanos Some journeys begin quietly, long before we realise how much they will matter. My connection to Restrepo started in the early days of my relationship with my wife — a time when everything felt new, hopeful, and full of gentle possibility. One afternoon, she invited me on a trip to a small town in Meta and mentioned, almost casually, that the climate there would feel similar to India. That simple detail lit something inside me, a small warmth in a country that was still becoming home. I had no way of knowing then that her invitation would lead me toward a landscape that would stay with me for years. I didn’t know that this first descent from the cold of the Andes into the warm, open plains would become a thread woven through my life — or that I would one day be affectionately called el amigo del llano , the Friend of the Plains. This chapter is my ode to that beginning — to the first journey that open...
