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Published: August 9th 2007
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Ok, so, starting from we don't get to choose our families, but we certainly get to choose our friends. We don't always get on well with parents/siblings, sometimes we quarrel, we have weeks/months lasting arguments, but it happens the same in the case of friends, it's not all blissful marriage when you're in a friendship either...Relationships, of any kind, have ups and downs, and depending on how mature/ clever/ experienced we are, we can deal with things and sort them out, so life in the end is just about trying to make things easy and beautiful around us.... Ok, Mona...again beating around the bush, everybody's waiting for you to make a point.......yeah, hold on, bear with me...my sister told me the other day that she didn't like it very much that I called Caro my Colombian sister and that I had my own Colombian mother...it hurt, it hurt to see her totally , completely miss my point....In a such remote place from home I found people that became so dear to me that I called my own family ,and I think my friends, that's huge...I was sad and depressed and feeling lonely at the beginning of my stay in Colombia, I
was trying to fight away the need to pack up and return to Romania, I wanted to see what Colombia could offer me and, in a word, I didn't want to quit. Back then, Ofelia, my Colombian Mom treated me as her own daughter, and I don't exaggerate a bit when I say that. It wasn't a formal tenant- landlady relationship at all, for God's sake, she would give me money to go out and come check on me at midnight when I had high temperature and gossip about everything, and dance Shakira together around the house, and just normal normal things, feeling like we were used to do them for ages together...a feeling of " I belong here" and an amazing feeling that she cared for me. As my life in Santa Marta lacked the excitement a trainee expects to encounter in a foreign country, I soon decided to move to El Rodadero, the toursitc part , which I hoped, would spice up my life overnight. The only reason I postponed moving from La Ciudadela was living with this amazing, great woman.I think this says a lot!!!She called me every weekend , even after I moved away from Santa
Marta and went to Medellin, just to see how I was and because she knew I was a spent-thrift, to ask if I needed her to send me some money. It was real, so real, in a world so fake, that it is just impossible not to feel love and respect for people who are so kind, whose nature is so kind!! Calling her My second Mom just shows my appreciation, shows how much she meant and how much she did for me , when I was a stranger in a foreign country , it shows my eternal gratitude and thankfulness.... she taught me to treat people the way she treated me and was one of the first to open my eyes to the lovely and amazingly friendly Latin culture.
And what can I say about Caro? She is just an amazing girl, who I spent most of my time in Medellin with and found many things in common and just hanging out with her doing nothing was great, people in Eafit knew that at any time of night or day if we were not together, we would know exactly where the other one was and what was up to.
We worked together, we partied together, we traveled together and it was great fun!!! She was one of the strongest reasons for me to want to go back to Colombia and now I am in her favourite country in the whole wide world...meeting again is a problem of time and palce , isn't it Caro? 😊
I want my world to be about that, I want the world we live in to be about being positive and seeing the full half of the glass, Colombia taught me that and I will be forever grateful. Yes, i'm proud of having my Colombian Mom and my Colombian sister, coz they are people I care about and genuinely care about me without asking for anything in return. To me, that is what the world should be all about. I hope I made myself understood, I guess this entry is more like a public letter to my sister who I love a lot, a lot, a lot, and also love my parents to whom I owe so very much and I'm 100% sure that if I could choose my family, I would definitely choose them!!! But this entry is not about my family, because
it is only normal to have deep profound feelings for our own families, I'm talking about people who become our family and make us feel like we are part of their family.... Isn't this just a wonderful part of life, to discover lovely people around us, people amongst whom we feel as comfortable as being with our own families? ...no, it isn't nonsense, I know very well what I'm talking about, I lived it and it's like an awakening to realize such people exist. It just makes tomorrow something really worth looking forward to.
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