Before coming to Colombia, I had never heard of lulo.
But my first morning, I saw a pitcher of bizarrely green juice sitting at the breakfast table. I asked the hotel’s waiter what it was, and he said, “jugo de lulo.” Try saying that five times fast.
Not comprehending his answer, I decided the…
It’s amazing how few fruits we actually get exposed to in North America – when I was in Cuba I discovered some strange mini-watermelons!