Pic: "La Finca" Lago de Colima cerca de Cali.
Pic: a Colombian kitchen most women would be jealous of...
and they have servants to help cook and clean.
Taking a bus tonight at 10pm and expecting to roll into the city called "la eternal primavera", but where Im from it rains all Spring so I hope their idea of primavera is different from mine. Ive decided to head straight to Medellin as much as I hate to miss the great riding sure to exist between here and there... but Im a bit anxious to get N and time is running short: a month, mas o menos.
Last night after the race I was afforded another sweet opportunity: to head with Jorge and his family and extended family to their "finca" in the hills about 2=hours away. I helped them load up the truck with food for a week and then we set out in their double cab toyota and i got to witness from behind the glass just how crazy these drivers can be: passing on blind corners, passing on the inside, always peddle to the metal... and with his wife, 2 babies, nanny and myself onboard.
no problema, and i was so whooped from the race i slept most of the way and the family made fun of this once we arrived. the Finca was a beautiful little home much like ours on the Chiwawa but with a huge spread full of fruit trees, chickens and shit, and a couple cabanas around the pool for fiestas, they said. the family was awesome and i got to see how the other half lives here in colombia. they arent sickly rich, just engineers and small business folk, but they can afford a very nice life. they have another finca too that apparently has more animals and monkeys. colombia is a monkey country.
last night i think i tried every Colombian delicacy that id missed up until now, different types of arepas, the original "marshmallow" made from animal collagen that has a caramel flavor and is more delicate, more strange fruits... they enjoyed sharing their culture.
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