The day after I went to a huge firework at the Parque Simon Bolivar to celebrate Bogota’s 470th birthday, I happened to walk right into a demonstration in front of the Ministry of Agriculture. Loud speakers blaring utterances and many Colombianos held up protest flags. So what was all the fuss?
 The milk farmers want to have the rights to process crude milk themselves in the country rather than having multi-national companies buy cheap crude milk from the farmers, pasteurizing it, and then selling it back to them at twice the price. As of now, they are not allowed to do so by the government.
 The chants grew louder; I could hardly hear the explanation I was getting from an old Colombiano at the protest. He was there with his mother, who was, well, ancient.  I think she thought I was a journalist. All at the same time fifty feet away, a row of riot police in full gear surrounded the entrance to the Ministry of Agriculture building. Another two blocks down the street, life for everyone else carried on as usual.  I witnessed something beautiful here which is probably only possible in a well functioning Democracy. Strangely enough this is the first time I have attended a protest, by accident and I am not even in the country where I hold my green card.
 I just got to Cuzco Peru today to meet up with Danielle. Food here is awesome. We are going up to Sacred Valley and Machu Pichu in the next few days. I got a camera now, so should have some pictures soon!