I went to South America for the first time this winter. I don’t speak any Spanish. I didn’t know the difference between arepas and ceviche… I thought I’d be able to get burritos or tacos at every meal. My destination was Bogotá, Colombia where my best high school girlfriend had been living to do dissertation research for a PhD. I certainly didn’t know any more about contemporary Colombian art then I did about traditional cuisine, but I was bent on finding out what I could in thre...[more]