We arrived in Cochabamba, Bolivia yesterday, and it is wonderful to back in the protective cradle of the valle alto de los Andes surrounded on all sides by majestic peaks and mountain ridges. Yesterday was the winter solstice celebrated by ritual festivals and the burning of fires on what is called “the coldest night of the year” e.i. the longest night. We’ve already been catching up on enjoying some of the unique culinary delights that are typical to Cochabamba. Today Hunter discovered that he is also fond of one of my favorite dishes, pinchon (pigeon) and he dug into it like an old pro after his first taste. It’s a dark meated foul with a gamey taste that requires a good deal of work for little bites.
Llegamos a Cochabamba