Pronounced ve-nə-ˈzwā-lə
Because my country is a WHOLE lot more than a dude with a red beret, a big mouth and a wart on his forehead.
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Thought I’d share two visions of Venezuela usually only I get to see: the perfect blue of the Caribbean from the beaches of Vargas, with my lovely bride-to-be nearby, and my home city, the capital, Caracas, at night, when, even though it’s at its most dangerous, it’s also at its most beautiful. She’s like a black widow, this city!
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