I remember driving home that afternoon, overwhelmed by sadness because things simply weren't going well. As I traveled along the Variante de Chía road, which back then was little more than a dusty, barely marked path, a small cabin caught my eye. Its walls were made of rough eucalyptus planks. I immediately thought it would be the perfect place for a restaurant. I told Stella about it, and she agreed. So we went to visit an old farmer who ran a little roadside stall selling ternera a la llanera, traditional plains-style roast veal. Hardly anyone ever stopped there. Somehow, we managed to convince him to rent us the land and the little cabin for 1,500 pesos.