Cali is a salsa hub in Colombia. If you get there on a good night. Which we didn’t.
Time in this previously rather dangerous, drug-economy city, was largely spent acting as a good luck shopping charm for Stacy as we hit the local bus to Jardin Plaza for ok-large-cities-have-some-advantages, the shopping mall. It was huge, took us all day to cover, found all that Stacy needed and I came away with a scented candle. Always a safe go-to for me. Love fire. Pretty-smelling fire all the better 🙂
As the rain teemed down each evening we didn’t try venturing too far to find dinner and the last night was a torturous affair of ordering several meals, getting about half, half of those actually being right and then waiting a few hours for the rest…which were mislaid. We got one free meal out of 11. Seriously, I could have run that place alone it wasn’t that busy so I have no idea why the crap service…we even had countdown timers running on iPhones to measure how long it took between reminding staff we were still waiting and when meals arrived. We got an apology and they do say it’s the thought that counts, right?