Across the Ocean Gilberto Daza was performing behind us singing songs about joy, while we played our seventh round of ninja. It was our last night in Barranquilla. In less than 24 hours I would be boarding a plane to leave the beautiful country of Colombia. After getting eliminated from the game by a bunch of kids - half my size, double my speed - I joined a conversation off to the side. While I was talking, Nicolas, one of the kids I had grown close to during the week, came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I placed my hand on his back as I continued to talk, and realized that his little body was trembling. I grabbed his face and tears fell from his eyes. "Nicolas, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" "My mom said it's time to go... I'm leaving and I'm not going to see you." And as I write this, my heart breaks for what seems to be the 39th time. It never ceases to amaze me the type of bonds that can be built in short ...