Colombian Welcome – Arrivals & Arepas
Nov 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013
Where I stayed
My friend's place
The temperature was cold for Medellin, just 10 degrees but with that warm balmy air feel. I opened the taxi window to let the breeze wake me up and cool me down. I was exhausted and explained to the taxi driver how I’d been traveling for almost 24 hours now
. However, I was smiling on the inside and was frankly a bit emotional to be back in Medellin, where my heart is.We passed down the windy roads from RioNegro, the area where the airport is, about a 45 minute journey to the city. The lights of Medellin shone out bright and I saw the wonderful city nestled low inside the Andes mountains again with lush green trees lining the streets. I was home and back in Colombia.
After the great welcome at the airport I then also had a great welcome from Natasha at her home. We ate ‘arepas’, a flat tortilla made of corn – and homemade ones too and drank strawberry sparking wine. We told ourselves it was like drinking fruit juice. After quite a few glasses of that juice and lots of chatting later I went to sleep and woke up in Medellin to sunshine and a cool crisp air. I could hear the birds on the trees right outside the apartment window and I realised here I was. I was back. Over breakfast we listened to salsa and bachata music whilst eating more ‘arepas’ and scrambled eggs. The only thing we didn’t have was milk for my tea, but then all was fine and tea was drank, but I will have to get used to not having many teas as usual.
Finally I had the welcome to Medellin I was hoping for. I arrived to a posse of Colombians hollering, cheering and shouting for their returning loved ones. When I was passing passport controls I thought there was a football match on the TV’s and that was the explanation for the loud cheering. As I came through I had to push a path through the crowds to get there, they did a little cheer anyway and finally I felt famous for a minute. Two ladies held a huge homemade banner “Welcome home” with a red, blue and yellow Colombian Flag painted onto it. I also had my own little plaque with my name on it “Charlotte J”, for my taxi arranged to take me to my good friend’s apartment.