The world is a small place
My introduction to Colombia goes back to about 6 years, fairly soon after i joined AIESEC in Hyderabad and received an enthusiastic trainee in yellow blue and red. He danced salsa which I at that time thought an odd way to dance and no one else could do it or knew much about it. He stayed at my house in India for about a month and there was a lot about Colombia that we spoke about. Much of which I forgot as I could not understand or perceive it- all this was before i started traveling anywhere. That was Andres Morales, the Colombian trainee.
After that I did have a thorough introduction to Colombia, courtesy of my flat mate in France, Najibe- my mom away from home- a Colombian. She told me a lot about Colombia, at least enough for me to be here right now. She and her family was kind enough to accommodate me with them, and cautiously immerse me into Colombia, while I parallelly dive into it.
On with the ‘world is a small place’. Yesterday after work, Jean and I decided to grab a bite and on the way back to the Transmilenio, I hear someone call my name from around the street. It is definitely out of the ordinary to hear your name being called in a new place. I expected it to be an AIESECer. Andres Morales was the chap who first introduced me to Colombia, and after six years of no contact, recognises me in Bogota at dusk as we walk down the street.
I tried getting his contact when i left for Colombia, but after checking with AIESEC Hyderabad and with AIESEC Colombia, and some online search, i gave up. I now have his contact and will be meeting up with him over dinner to see what we have been up to in the last 6 years.
It is always smaller than I think it is.

