On Saturday night, Donald and Carlos -- our hosts in Cali -- took us out on the town. We had dinner in a chichi part of town that reminded me of Santa Monica, California. The weather in New York is just below freezing, so dining outside in a thatch-roofed plaza was a real treat.

After dinner we weren't ready for bed, so we headed to a salsa bar. I ordered a beer, but what came was a tall glass tower and spigot that was far more beer than I could ever drink. Apparently, this is a common form to serve beer throughout South America. This quantity of beer is a guarantee for dance-o-phobes like myself to loosen up and even attempt to speak a little more Spanish. Luckily, I had some help with beer consumption.