Paragliding In Medellin (AKA That Time I Hurled Myself Off A Cliff In Colombia)

Aguardiente. The unpleasant licorice-flavored spirit is all I can taste in my cotton mouth as I awake to a blaring 7am alarm. Blips of the night before play in my mind like a stomach-twisting drama as I attempt to figure out why I need to be up so early: dancing around in the DJ booth, mixed shots, an enormous plate of chicharron and…paragliding! Today would be my first experience hurling myself off a cliff over Colombia’s second-largest metropolis, Medellin.