Culture is progress

I have been taken by a waterfall of exhilarating tastes: tradding coins for empanadas and arrepas in the streets....tasting homemade, salty Colombian soup followed by meat and more meat....juicy papaya in the hot afternoon sun.."fast-food", Colombian-style: a mess of people in red plastic chairs, sticking out on a street corner in the middle of the night, making sumani pizzas with hotdog toppings...juice green and chunky, looking like barf, yet tasting like a two glasses of heaven in one...learning to eat meat like its a dman vitamin (at least 1-2 times a day)...sleepless bus-rides, smeeling exhaust, with neck cramps and crying babies......body jerking with the switch of the rusty clutch into 2nd gear..staring out at the sea, 7 floors up..walking through alleys of quiet streets, the shade of night pulled tight...

Culture is progress

Santa Marta, Colombia