Jim and I took the metro up to Santo Domingo. It used to be one of the most dangerous barrios in Medellin. Fairly tranquilo now and awesome views.
Jim and I arrive at the top of the mountain in Santo Domingo. Some guy walks by all bloody which looked like three or four knife wounds. "Jim, what do you want to do?" "I think we should get a beer." "Ok, sounds good. Did you see that guy?" "Yeah, but I really want a beer."
Trucha tartar on potato pancakes dressed with a spicy roasted pepper emulsion. Baked fish covered in herbs from Pat's garden. Pat's vino: fruit from fresa, mora and uchuva. No forks or plates required. "Everybody, fucking dig in!"