Pizza for lunch

After our visit, we made our way back to the hostel.  On the way, we bumped into Theresa, so we all walked together.  Susan left us to go to a vegetarian restaurant for a late lunch.  We opted to go to a tiny pizza restaurant on the same street as the hostel.  The owner's grandfather came from Italy years ago and settled in Colombia.  He made our pizza from scratch in front of us, including tossing it in the air to create the perfect thin base.  It was surely the best pizza we have eaten outside of Italy!

Later, we had a group photo on the roof of the hostel before Ralf leaves us tomorrow.  It happened 90 minutes later than planned.  I was still feeling really rough with my cold, so I had already gone back to the room.  So, Mark is representing both of us in the photo!Read more