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Nov 15

Monteria – Training Graduates

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Monteria – Training Graduates
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This is the roomful of grinning graduates of our training seminar. They all get certificates of completion, and the energy in the room was humbling and inspirational. Small papers like this have so much enthusiasm, and are so eager and willing to try new things.

Yeah, I know the lighting and the cropping of this shot are pretty terrible, but I’ll color-correct and re-size this later. Mostly, I’m too wiped out after doing these marathon sessions to really want to deal with anything detailed&technical.

One other note: this very young staff surprised us in one very important way. We do a game to end each series of sessions – and unlike every other group we’ve ever had, where maybe one or two people in the room kinda broke/bent the rules, here in Monteria, the kids really reached out to each other, and tried to help each other in a way that was unprecedented. There are advantages to having people who have not yet picked up the arrogance and bad habits that make change so difficult for other media companies.

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Nov 15

Meeting with El Mero Mero y Su Familia

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Meeting with El Mero Mero y Su Familia
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This was taken this last Sunday, after we had finished with the training in Monteria. The Gerente of the El Meridiano papers invited us to his finca outside Monteria, where we talked at length about newspapers, press freedom, the changes in the cultural landscape in Colombia, and how the graneros (livestock) they have on the ranch manage to survive the fierce sun & heat.

I wish I could say that after about 3 weeks of constant practice here, my Spanish is flawless, but unfortunately after about 2 hours of constant conversation, my brain starts to overheat. Which, in the hot&steamy climate of Monteria is not a long journey.

So I beat a hasty retreat to the lovely hammocks they strung up, and laid there a while until the language translation centers in my brain crept back down from redline.

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