The Coconut Woman
The sidewalk is buckling and dirty beneath my feet, and I’m standing in front of a yellow tienda that sells t-shirts and flip-flops, the same t-shirts and flip-flops that every other tienda sells here in the Centro of Barranquilla. Amidst all of the chaos that surrounds me, the bustling of people, the pounding reggaeton music, … More The Coconut Woman








