I love Colombian people

It hasn't failed yet that I always meet Colombian people while sitting at my Colombia table in AIESEC's global village (ok, in fall and today it happened).

Today 3 men who looked like they were in their mid-30's sped walk over to my table the minute they spotted the Colombian flag as they were passing through Library Mall. They immediately greeted me in Spanish and we swapped stories as their director tried to hurry them along. They would not be rushed as they told me they were from Medellin and they'd been here for about a year taking English classes in Milwaukee, and they were on a field trip to Madison for the day. They told me they liked my Spanish and that I should just come back to Colombia with them, but that if I didn't I was always welcome. Their director (who doesn't speak Spanish) walked up to me and was like "Gracias, Adios!" after about five minutes, and they all turned and were like "NO!!!" So before they left, one man had a camera in his bag and had someone quickly snap a photo of all of us together with the Colombia table.

There's a warmness to Colombian people that I haven't been able to find anywhere else; I miss it. As I watched them walk away I sat in my Colombian poncho making small crying noises to myself to make myself feel better (and to be dramatic). Colombia, te extrano.