right here the office is arranged in a circle so that we can always see each other and talk across flipped open laptops or desk top monitors.

The dream team in action - Pipe on the phone; Ligis concentrating; Ivancho nodding his head to the tune from his headphones, furiously typing; Serge and Claris quietly discussing something; Mulfi grinning over his MSN chats; Jenn and Lala intently staring at their monitors...

...my Colombian family, the challenge to work with brilliant individuals to achieve dreams, to create more, to develop further.  ¶ 9:16 PM 0 Comments  

  on the blog again and these days have been a great string of events that got me thinking, analysing, connecting, talking, coaching, enjoying, working, and organising ideas.
full of energy, success in negotiating, now I need to finalize it all.

My life rules.

(oh and now that blogger lets me publish again, I can share that energy with the world)  ¶ 4:43 PM 1 Comments  

  blue skies the last time I saw real fog was in Parque Chicaque.

so they each have their way of interpreting corporate responsibility, I feel like I felt when I first arrived in Oklahoma at the age of 16 to learn about literally hundreds of different churches all celebrating the one and only Christ. But one did not want to know about the other, differences more important than commonalities, a nice argument (or like one of my contacts told me in a meeting "enfrentamiento") surely more fun than a nice agreement over coffee. did I mention laughing about each other?
now evaluating arguments, analyzing aliances, something good can come out of this. (what was the definition of good again?)

low visibility also in other spheres, but that's obvious as it is that time of the year again.  ¶ 2:03 PM 0 Comments  

  learning learning learning Communication between cultures is different. Communication between and among sexes is different. But that is no excuse.
Mistakes hurt, and they happen, so do failures at organizing what you are planning: "hunting" business contacts in Colombia reveals itself to be another yet unlived challenge.
So mixed with decisions to be taken, the week has seen me sobbing, singing, laughing until I fell off a chair, quietly thinking (walking slowly through dark deserted streets). Now sitting by the open window of our flat, overlooking the city, mountains on the side and the buzzing "cuadra" below. The children are still as excited as they were last week when workers stared digging up the street to change some busted pipe. Everyday there are new machines on the scene, a huge digger crawled up on the loading platform of a truck last night.  ¶ 5:32 PM 2 Comments