Venezuela is somewhere I keep forgetting I’ve visited. It sounds pretty silly – how can you forget you visited a whole country?! Even when somebody asks where I’ve been in South America, I always start my answer with Venezuela and list the rest in anti-clockwise order, but through habit more than through actually remembering it. Then that person will say “Oh, Venezuela?! How was that?” with an intrigue in their voice that indicates they think of Venezuela in the same way they think of North Korea, El Salvador, and even Syria – out of bounds, a war zone and, quite frankly, dangerous. And I’ll answer with the generic “It was nice”. The truth about Venezuela back when I visited in 2013 is that it was none of the above. Sure, like many Latin American countries you have to exercise a little bit extra caution in some regions, firearms are more…