Brisas Colombianas Bakery

It’s 9:30am on a sunny Monday morning and I'm sitting at my favorite Colombia Restaruant, Brisas Colombians Bakery. The restaurant was introduced to me by my best friend Gabriel Gonzalez a while back and have made sure I go once a month. Did I mention that my little busy boy is in his highchair next to me, and is looking at everything at the wall, the hustling of the staff, and all the side conversations. He even knows how special this place is and he is only 10 months old. Liam starts to point at all the frames that hang from the wall as if he was trying to say “Daddy look at all the beautiful pictures of Colombia”. The pictures show off the beautiful landscapes of a country I once called home at an early age before I came to America. Anyway let’s get you a clear picture of the place. It has a narrow entrance when you walk inside, but as soon as you walk in, the great smell jabs in you in the face. TOMA!!! To your right you see in the glass hot box: empanadas, chicharron, papas rellenas, to name...

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Liam at 10,000 feet

So here I am into our third hour of our flight and going into our last 45 minutes as the Captain announces that we will begin our descend into Newark airport.  As he finishes with his announcement, that annoying tone goes off and so does Liam my 9-month-old son.  Drama begins people; so being the second time Liam flies and figuring that the first time was smooth, this one would be too. Boy was I wrong, the weather sucked and here he goes.  The crying begins, I begin to go through protocol. I take out the rattle toy “nada”, then the squeaky one “nada”, and the full proof toy the straw “nada”.   OH!!!! Did I mention we were in first class, so Liam is a good 5 minutes into his crying and beads of sweat have formed on my forehead.  Let me tell you, if looks could kill, especially from the lady in seat 6B.  I'm fighting not to tell all the overly serious United Elite members the following, “I know my son is crying, I know it is not the most pleasant sound in the world.  That I’m sweating as I try to figure out what is wrong with him.”    So after my mind freak out, I get up, walk to the front...

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