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The Wandering Dropout

After trying really hard to find something useful to be good at, it looks like my calling in life is to travel and eat

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November 2016

Say Whaaaat!? Cross-Cultural Dating Dilemmas

Or: Could you please explain that one more time, in simpler Spanish, so I can make sure I’m justified in wanting to hit you right now..? 

Culture

In the grand scheme of things I’d hardly say I’m used to only existing within one culture.

I was raised within a multi-cultural, globally-dispersed family, in one of the most diverse boroughs of one of the most diverse cities in the world. I learnt to flirt, to date, and to love under the influence of, amongst others, Brits, Nigerians, Jamaicans and Indians – cultures that are hugely different in their approaches to life, dating, sex and love.

My ‘dating history’ includes one of the first Northerners I’d ever come across (ok, its hardly exotic, but I’d barely been past the North circular..), a Jewish boyfriend, and most recently a NZ-raised Egyptian whose parents really didn’t like that I wasn’t a Coptic Christian. Plus various little things across South America and in Nigeria that required understanding and compromise.

Because of this I always thought I’d have no problem properly dating ‘cross-culturally’. That it’s dangerous to make assumptions when dealing with anybody’s feelings, let alone someone whose whole grounding and background is different to yours. To always try and remember that something I find cruelly personal might have just been a throwaway comment, with no offence meant, and to not focus on it.

I never thought I’d have such a confusing and stressful time dating in Colombia. How wrong I was.  Continue reading “Say Whaaaat!? Cross-Cultural Dating Dilemmas”

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Colombian Food: Obleas

Ok, so these are no traditional obleas – these ones were from Cronch, a new obleas-and-milkshake place that opened in Girardot way too close to our leaving.

Essentially, obleas are a crisp, slightly sweet, wafer-esque biscuit, slathered in something super sweet and delicious. You make a sort of sandwich with another oblea, and try to stop the gooey inside from leaking all over you.

Traditionally this would be made up of arequipe, some super runny cream, and maybe some cheese – Colombians like putting cheese in sweet things, including fruit salad, hot chocolate and donuts.

Ours, being a slightly more artisanal version, were smothered in nutella, nuts, and homemade forest fruits sauce, and cream and forest fruits, respectively.

Que ricoooooo!!

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