Bourdain’s Field Notes
COLOMBIA, April 2013—I’d thought my unconditional love for Colombia was well established. I’d visited for speaking engagements. I’d made a giddily enthusiastic episode of a previous series in Medellin and Cartagena. I’d waxed poetically and often about how well I’ve always been treated, how thrilling it is to see how far the country has come from its bad old days.
I’m a fan of its people, its music, its food and its disarmingly injured pride.
But coming out of the remote jungle village of Miraflores, I made a mistake.
I tweeted a photo of myself standing under a shade tree surrounded by young Colombian military recruits.