Bye Bye, Bogota
These are my friends on the way to work. They’re usually asleep. There’s about six more, and they all hang out around the food carts. I can’t imagine why, the frying oil smells like...
Marshmallows and other metaphors
I’m swimming in work but treading water as best I can. I can’t wait to leave for Madrid but in the meantime I’m going to pump out seven reports and annexes, probably 1500 pages...
Big-ass carrots, for you foodies!
Does that sound salacious? Well they are some enormous honking carrots: How about a foodie tour of Bogota to celebrate my new author website? This is from February, when Ali and Shane came for a...
The Great Divide
Bogota has its share of problems. It’s a big, noisy, gritty city with more inhabitants than it can reasonably handle. Unlike back home, demand for public transportation is enviably high: bus it and they...
Home turf
I’m back in Bogota and working feverishly on new queries, new agents, new chances. At the advice of a particular editor, I queried one last week and was almost instantaneously rejected. But she was...
Persian cuisine, and a domestic shorthair cat
I’m thinking about my friend Shane today, so I’m going to write about food. I had an amazing meal last weekend with a nice new friend here in Bogota, Raha. Here she is explaining...