For the better part of a day, I am walking in Lila's* shoes.  Literally.  Her “shoes” are knee-high black rubber boots, and I wear them as I walk through a valley in the Magdalena region of Colombia to investigate a murder.  I'm not sure how far I would have gotten without Lila's boots.  I was told we would travel by truck and canoe.  So when we arrive at the small village of Puerto Matilde and learn we will walk, I know I'm in trouble.  Everyone is wearing the standard campo boots.