I believe I was a tight medium when I came to Bogotá. By now, however, I was fully into the large clothing range. I’d been eating for days. Thursday was no exception. It was “no car day” (once a year no cars are allowed within the city limits), so we took a taxi to a restaurant above a fish market. We passed a procession of at least 20 motorbikes going the other way, with cops on the front driving guys dressed in full riot gear on the back. There was nothing in the news.
We took a nap, then went to Andres Carne de Res. I danced a little with Lily, and Jorge danced with Lila. They always look immaculate and well put together, and wondered whether my clothing choices are annoying for them.
It was a beautiful menu (as in, the physical menu was designed beautifully), and the food selection was great too. We had a meat platter for four: pork ribs, sirloin steak, beef tenderloin, chicken thighs, flank steak, beef ribs, chunchullo (crispy beef intestines), blood sausage, chorizo, and two kebabs: one prune and bacon, the other shrimp.