Who wouldn't be in love with Cali?
Visiting home is always good.
I visited Cali after seven years of absence and I remember how emotional I became when I saw my Colombian land from the airplane.Its unique chain of mountains, vegetation, valleys and rivers, made me cry when I saw them…it was like if I were living in another planet, far from home,and were I wasn't been allowed to come back.
Thanks God, it wasn’t like that, I actually didn’t visit Cali during those years because I was busy with my new husband, university and daughter.
At the airport, when I was free of customs, I could see my whole family (more than twenty people—yes, a lot of people...) waiting for me out of the restricted area; all them were so excited about my visit, that they were so noisy out there. When I crossed the exit door, everybody hugged me and kissed me, and my brother wrapped me up with our Colombian flag...that is a memory that I never going to forget! Then we all went in the bus they have rented and headed to the big party they planed for our arriving.
The bus driver, like all them there, was driving like crazy and as I wasn't used to that anymore, I felt a bit nervouse, but I standed up, hold from the bar where people are suppost to be held (from the bus roof) and had the fun of my life while my body was here and there hanging from that long bar. That was fun!
My husband and I spent a whole month there and we had such a good time because of the family reunion, fiestas and fun we all had. That was the best December I ever had!
The hard time was when I had to say good bye to my family and when I saw again the Colombian land from the airplane…that really hurt, it was like my heart was broken in thousand pieces because I didn’t know when I was going to be able to come back and see my family and my country again.
Private Notes
I wrote this entry on February 21, 2007. At 10:00 AM.