Liquid crack

I'm addicted.

I know what you're thinking. "Uh, hello, it's Colombia," but I never saw this coming. It's white, it's cold, and it's delicious.














It's called guanábana juice and I can't stop myself.














It follows me everywhere I go.














It took me a while to warm up to it, because the flesh of the fruit is slimy and stringy and mushy.
But now there's no going back.


Yes, that's me drinking the good stuff, then drinking Sebastian's fresh grape juice just to spite him. (His wasn't as good as mine.)

I can't stop.