I arrived home yesterday night. I had a decent flight, with little leg space, and not that much arm space, either. Something I have to thank my 300 pound right-hand neighbor. I do have to say he was a nice friendly fourtyish American (I couldn't place his accent. He lived in Georgia, but did not speak like a Southerner.) He told me he was married to a Colombian, and was visiting his in-laws for a week long vacation, where he would "drink fresh pineapple juice and eat 'arepas' for breaksfas every day." He enjoyed the idea very much.
The other was in his fourties or early fifties and spoke nondistinctively too. He did wear a very distinctive mustache, though, whick have him ghe look of the main character of an eighties movie where an American mercenary goes on some shady business to Bogotá. All the Colombian scenes are all of course filmed in rural locations of northern Mexico, and Colombians speak with Mexican accents. The shady business is never fully explained, but it involves some drug transaction, related to weapon-dealing and lots of shooting, punching and a high speed chase on the dirt runway of the airport. This neighbor was also quite friendly. He asked me about my interests and confessed being friends with an ex-director of ICFES, the biggest educational assessment institute in the country. He asked me if I had my resumé, which I clearly didn't have. We watched a bad Kevin Costner movie, ate, slept, and finally arrived.
A few friends came to the airport, my dad and sister, and then we had a few drinks back home. It was a Thursday and everybody had to work in the morning. There was celebration on Saturday at a good friends house, with good food (some even had taste), and lots of aguardiente antioqueño. Even a bandeja paisa can't help with so much to drink. The next day was lost to headaches and dehydration.
I have been setting things upj since then, seeing old friends... landing.
Today I finally managed to have Internet access from my laptop and that's great, I can blog again, read, connect... lol.
Things are different. Quite alike, but different. Fruit is big and some even tasty again, traffic is chaos, the weather is cool...
In short, it's great to be back.
Oh, and thanks to Yenda for teaching me the title phrase of this blog ;-).