Chao, Quilla! Salût, Paris! Ni Hao, Beijiao! Part One

Chao, Quilla! Salût, Paris! Ni Hao, Beijiao! Part One

This is my first actual post ever on this blog, and I want to describe my experience of leaving Colombia, more exactly my hometown Barranquilla (which I thought was ugly and uninteresting, I have to admit) and coming to Beijiao, the most uninteresting and ugliest place on planet Earth and its surroundings.

My THREE-DAY flight was supposed to begin at 9.00 am on a Saturday in May, but due to motherly superstitions, it all started at 5.00 am in the morning. Waiting, eating, talking, taking one picture here, one picture there, waiting, and for a change, waiting. But time passed by and there it was in front of us: the exit door. Hell, I didn’t cry once! (maybe trying to prove that… I have no idea what I was trying to prove or to whom) But my sister, oh boy! She was literally crying a river. My mom was just laughing at the whole thing, because she KNOWS, not thinks, KNOWS for sure that I am coming back.


There I was. Alone. Trying not to cry like a girl and waiting for the first of the three planes that would take me to my out-of-this-world adventure: working and living in China for a year.