[Please don’t open this post if you have issues with looking at where meat comes from. Really. I warned you.] While volunteering in Berrechid, Morocco I met David and Austin, who had been there a while and knew M. and S. They all asked if I wanted to tag along on a car ride to somewhere to maybe eat something. Yep, sure did. More food fun HERE.
I ate plenty of good food in Colombia: mojarra frita, ajiaco, papa rellena… And I liked all of it (except for the disappointingly, blandly pithy hormigas culonas): But the food that I ate the most, the one that became part of my daily diet, that cheered me up on dreary days, whose regional variety and availability served as a starting point for understanding the great diversity within Colombia’s borders was…an oversized fruit snack. Hold on. Let me tell you the […]
“Wandering and eating in ________” sums up my usual day in a new place. But it feels especially special that I would/could do my ho-hum travel thing in Medellin because walking around looking at pretty things and happily snacking on fried carbs are not what always come to mind as activities that are done in this particular city. I won’t elaborate on what I previously thought one might do in Medellin because, well, I’m embarrassed. So here is what I […]