Our guide screws up his face, waves his arms, contorts his body and generates remarkable sound effects to help make his points. He brings the bottle he’s casually holding up from his side and mimics pulling the cork out of the bottle, replete with the matching ‘thrrwwwp – pwap’ sound.

After the almost overwhelming size of Bogotá, coming to Medellín almost feels like coming to a big mountain town. But with almost 3 million people in the city proper and another million or two in the surrounding areas, this city nestled in the Aburrá Valley is the second largest in Colombia. We’re spending almost a month in Medellín, and we’re really looking forward to exploring as much as we can of the City of Eternal Spring.

“Use your tongue wisely,” our guide Daniel said to us without a hint of sarcasm. So we did, using our tongue to grab all the sweet pulp of the giant yellow passion fruit without getting any of the white pith. Delicious and a little sweeter than the small purple variety we’re used to; we were in a market laneway in central Bogotá trying tropical fruit we’d never seen before.