I really want to tell a great story of Colombia.
After all, I did fall hard for the mountains so generously covered in every shade of green. And the city of Bogota has no lack of excitement or good food.
Unfortunately, all I can think about is the cramping stomach I have brought home to Dallas. Dysentery I'm told, but I refuse to succumb or believe. I will double up on probiotics and ignore my father's advice to drink wine.
He believes wine to be a cure-all, and though I want to believe that...this pain is too much for wine to pass my lips. It's like being without a good friend at night, hot baths are not the same, surfing Anthropologie.com, reading Wine Spectator.....just not the same-without a Riedel glass in hand.
The fun in Columbia was had, don't let me whine this post away. I was happy to eat the freshest tangerines, avocados, and sweet treats.
And I am always happy to see the cultural differences of countries so far removed from the U.S.
