I don't know what, why, where or how but I came back feeling more like I belong here - and not just because of my house full of stuff. Or Sophia.
It might have something to do with having to pay taxes to get out of the country.
When we arrived at the gate, the young lady working there automatically assumed that we were going home and told us to visit the Customs office to have our passports stamped so we would be exempt from taxes.
We got back in line and the same young woman was there and confused when she saw that we hadn't received the waiver stamp. After explaining to her that we live in Barranquilla, she took us to the Immigration office to make sure our passports were in order - which thankfully - they were. The gentleman there told us we had to pay taxes which was ok but we weren't prepared for it.
And Woo Hoo!
We also had guacharacas (also instruments) and of course they were also played with (by the man) (who was corrected by the woman). I wonder what all those people on the other side of the partition were thinking.
They were able to give me the spelling of the instruments which was way cool.
Everything's gonna be alright.