Flight Home from Colombia

MDE to FLL to JFK to ORD

Flying home from Colombia.

After six months traveling in Latin America, I boarded a flight (well, three flights) back home to Chicago. It was a bittersweet journey. Sure, I was ready to eat familiar foods, see my friends and family, be back in a city I love. But I was enjoying Colombia. A lot.

A month earlier I was very ready to return home. It was no secret that I just never got into Central America the way I got into Asia and I was just ready to be done with it.

But then I arrived in Colombia, and all that turned around. And now I am so excited to travel more there and all around South America some day in the future. And I really didn’t want to leave.

But, alas, I had my ticket home. And I had a ticket on to Ireland for two and a half weeks after I returned. So even though I was back in Chicago, the adventure was far from over…


Here is my journey home, flying JetBlue from MDE to FLL (Medellin to Florida), FLL to JFK (Florida to New York), and JFK to ORD (New York to Chicago)… The flights I take to save a few bucks.

My friend Mat picked me up. And then we went to get Mexican food. Because, you know, after spending six months in Latin America, what you really want is Mexican food… (I kid, sort of, because while I did eat Mexican food abroad, most Latin American food is not the same).

MDE to FLL to JFK to ORD: My Journey Home:

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Flight from Colombia to Chicago

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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