I’m trying hard to be on vacation.
It’s only sort of working.
Sort of between running around like a chicken, (which was fun, but probably more than either of us should have done), stuff following me from home, and being completely exhausted, I’m not quite sure this qualifies as a “vacay.”
I’m glad to see my Dad though.
We found a Colombian restaurant that was about an hour from where we are staying and so we went there today. It was amazing. I have no powers of resistance against Colombian food. None. This was easily the best Colombian establishment I’ve ever eaten at, and the most authentic, so I have to say that the calories were worth it. I’m still feeling guilty, but not like I would if it were american food.
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