My absolute favorite thing about travel? The Food. Deep down inside, I’m a humming, salivating Homer Simpson – I WILL NOT pretend otherwise. Plus, for me, there is no quicker way to understand a place – the people, the history, the culture – than with their food.
I put up an Instagram about being proud of my Italian heritage and all, but that I was Colombian now... that’s how much ceviche I ate. I was literally cooking my body in citrus… that’s how much ceviche I ate 😉
What does it say about a place when your Christmas dinner has Anthony Bourdain on the back cover of the menu? When you eat food prepared by a sexy chef with a man bun, and another who is so fabulous, but so humble that he was shocked to know that I found out about his restaurant from The Huffington Post. After introducing myself he literally said to me ’How do I say…. How do you know my name?!‘
I’ll tell you this – I’m not that smart – I’ve lived in two other countries but can’t muster up a second language for the life of me, and speaking through food – really tells you something about a group of people. And these people are good. That’s it… good. They’re happy, they’re loving and they’re celebratory. It all is loud and clear with the types of food they cook.
So – are you looking to go somewhere where the seafood is fresh off the fisherman boat? Where beers are cheaper than bottled water? Where fried foods are a food group and fresh fruit is served from a bowl balanced off the top of a head of dozens of beautiful Afro-Caribe women? GO TO COLOMBIA, get drunk on the coast, and eat your body weight in fish. You won’t be sorry. If you’re like me, you might even come home a pound or two lighter… because some times your body will reward you for the bizarre shit you cram in it 😉