Burritos in Bogota

Liz and I go to church on Sunday. We have to leave our place an hour before church starts in order to make it to church on time. Yesterday, we left late and without any breakfast. We arrived late only to see that church hasn't started yet and they were still setting up. Again, we remember that time is flexible in Colombia. So now we were early to church, but I was still hungry. I survived through the entire service until we reached one of the last songs after the sermon. It was titled "Mi Burrito Sabanero." Oh man, I started thinking about burritos and my stomach started growling. And yet I sang, "...con mi burrito sabanero vamos a Belen." I think my stomach was singing more than I was.

It turns out that the song wasn't about taking food with me to Belen but riding a little donkey. Oh well, at least I was able to go have some lunch. Maybe I'll have a little donkey with chicken and mole sauce.