01.18.2013 - 01.18.2013
I am nearly too full to write. Chris suggested one last trucha al ajillo (trout smothered in garlic cream sauce served with sides of cabbage salad, rice, and a large fried pancake of banana) at Restaurante Andrea, and since it was our fourth visit there in two days, the owner gave us extra rice, an entire pitcher of mango juice (that Chris insisted on finishing), and an extra banana pancake. Most people come to Salento for Valle de Cocora, but for Chris Salento will always be synonymous with trucha al ajillo. Every few minutes he lifts up his shirt to investigate his tight, protruding stomach and moans.
In Valle de Cocora we bumped into Dominic again. He looked much the same, perhaps even wearing his familiar blue shirt (as I was wearing my orange one). No hat, though--maybe since it was overcast. We chatted for a bit, hugged, and then were off on our way, marveling at the serendipity and as delighted as if we'd seen an old friend. Indeed, at this point he does seem like an old friend. He'd been much more adventurous with his time than we had been, we couldn't help noticing, but we shrugged--we know our limitations, and anyway we're rather new at adventure.
I'm too tired to say much more. An early start the past two days and a sleepless night in Medellín have ruined me for the time being. Tomorrow we must rise before dawn again for our trip to Popayán.