Thursday, November 01, 2018

Arte y Pasion

With Día de Muertos overflowing from Mexico, the old town of Bogotá had a slightly morbid undertone this morning as Anna and I walked through its narrow alleyways and spellbinding murals. While I did not spot any Halloween foxes, it is clear that the late autumn days that we once used to refer to as “Allhelgonahelgen” in Sweden have become subject to rampant hybridification.

At Calle 16 #776, we found a roaster at the forefront of the local speciality coffee scene that also served some really good Huevos rancheros that made me think of slow Sunday mornings in New Jersey from a decade ago. Equipped with two large bags with beans, we are now off to Lima and the Pacific.


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