We stayed with a baker in Cali. His name was Antonio. He was smart, hospitable, and most importantly, a couchsurfer. He also brought us plenty of delicious, buttery Colombian bread. (Imagine an over-sized croissant).
While many warned of its dangers, Cali turned out to be an amazing city - the most Colombian of all Colombian cities. Loud, disorganized, animated. We would’ve stayed longer, but new circumstances were pushing us south … fast.