Maybe it’s because the mountains sprawl out like gems along the horizon; or because the vast amount of fresh fruit in the country tricked me into believing I was actually in the original Garden of Eden; or perhaps it was the churros and chocolate dipping sauce so deliciously authentic you had to roll your R when you referenced them — but somewhere along the way I fell in love with Colombia.
It’s not that Colombians are trying to pretend their country doesn’t have an infamous past, riddled with kidnappings and murders related to the drug trade.
Ruth Hinks was just 13 years old when she first started making and selling handmade chocolates from her father’s dental practice in South Africa in 1985.