Contrary, concurrent, and compatible.
We departed Curacao, ready to move on but not wanting to leave. With excitement for the future and reluctance to leave the past, we focused on the present, absorbed in the parallel universe… Continue reading
Tag Archive: food
2 Comments
What year is it and why am I so greasy?
I did something out of character tonight, and I don’t even feel bad about it. I plead temporary insanity. And peer pressure. And a spirit of adventure. K has a curiosity for experiences,… Continue reading
Why is the stink of feces such a common part of traveling?
With the sand of our ill-fated attempt at San Pablo still on our feet, we arrived in Montanita, arguably the tourism capital of the Ecuador Coast. When we stepped down from the bus… Continue reading
Walking, eating, and not getting shot in Bogota.
I said that last blog was making me hungry and I wasn’t kidding. I posted it, joined K who was waiting somewhat patiently in the hallway for me, and we went looking for… Continue reading
This blog is making me hungry.
During the first two months of this trip food was just another element of each day, enjoyable but not exactly essential; I lost 17 pounds between Managua and Panama City, and probably more… Continue reading
Changua is chevere.
As I sat down to another breakfast of runny eggs and unbearably white bread (it’s really more like a cake of pure flour than bread…have I said that here before?) I said to… Continue reading
Ajiaco con pollo
It was with not a shred of reluctance that I returned to Albahaca restaurant for another round of ajiaco con pollo. Oh the things I put up with. The same expressionless waitress was… Continue reading
First day, and more importantly first meal, in Villa de Leyva, Colombia.
To say the streets of Villa de Leyva are cobblestone would be like saying Bogota has traffic; sure it’s true, but the level of understatement is unacceptable. Antwerp has cobblestone streets, regular shapes… Continue reading
