El amor mueve montañas

Our love story spans both decades and continents. It started in the sometimes gritty, but always-vibrant city of Bogotá, Colombia. Despite having been born just one year apart in the same city, it took over 30 years and a little help from a German-based company to finally bring us together.

Eila grew up in Bogotá speaking Spanish and eating mango biche. I was adopted and spent my childhood speaking English and playing tennis in the U.S.A. As we reached university age, we started studying in different parts of the world — Eila went to the Netherlands and I spent time in Argentina. Always adventurous, Eila and I frequently travelled the globe year after year, but we never knew who or where the other one was. Eila eventually landed in Germany and I made my way to California.

In June of 2014, Eila and I finally met in the maritime city of Hamburg — but only as

co-workers. She initially thought I was “weird, but intriguing.” And I thought she was “beautiful, but probably a pain.” The thing is that even an outsider could have seen the sparks — but no one said anything. Thankfully, as John Steinbeck once professed, “Nothing good gets away.”

After spending two weeks together in San Francisco in February 2015, our Colombian telenovela got started. We vacationed in New