There’s something about Colombian people, it’s a warmth you can’t find anywhere else. It’s the way the say “cafecito con leche” when the flight attendant asks them what they want to drink. It’s the guy in the front row turning to ask me if I have a pillow (almohadita) because he has an extra one, or if I want an extra blanket. It’s a familiarity you feel with people you’ve never seen your life, how we connect, how we feel happy when the plane touches this country’s soil. It’s the applause you hear inside the plane because we’re coming home… It’s good to be here… very good!
I slept like a baby last night, after a late night with my mom, my brothers and my best friend. Sitting at the table to tell jokes and talk about the country while sharing some delicious “empanadas” leaves your heart with a warm feeling that lasts for a lifetime. Today I lazied around the house and then in the afternoon my sister in law invited me over for “el algo”, mango juice and pandeyuca. Then we discussed scrapbooking and oil painting and my mother already “signed me up” for another course.
Then my uncles at their house, all happy to see me. Sitting in front of the TV to watch the football (soccer) game and listening to their complaining about the Colombian team. Yes, I’m definitely here and I’m happy. I’m writing this entry offline and then an e-mail to my husband because I can’t hog the telephone line, but my brother has a brand new PC which recognized my digital camera, woo hoo! Now I can share my Colombian life without having to wait to be back in Canada.