It’s my
last day in Mexico and I’m feeling kind of sad. At the same time I’m thinking F
this place! I’m going home! I loved Mexico but after a while the hot humid air isn't
fun… its just plain mean. Also the amount of bugs in Mexico is crazy! Who would
have thought that that many bugs existed! It was fun for a while and I can’t
say I’ll ever forget it, it was the biggest leap of faith of my life, and walking
away from it almost sane is awesome! I am
so glad to finally be going home to where I live, I miss my friends! I miss
being in a place long enough to become friends with shop owners and to know
where I am in the city no matter what. As proof as to how ready I am I have
been packed and ready to leave for a week before today and the past week has
been nothing but agony for me. But now on an airplane writing of my last
regards I really realize how little I wanted to stay, and how much I wanted to
go back!
Now I’m
going to tell you what my final thought about this trip was, and it was that it
sucked. There I said it! It sucked sooo much. just think about it, the only
people I had to hang out with were a bunch of really idiotic 9-12 year olds
with no clue how good they have it, being able to play all day on a beach with their
friends! Or I could hang out with a bunch of alcoholics in denial. Both options
were horrible so, I did a lot of alone time, I mean a lot! It was worse than
solitary confinement, in the sense that I had this awesomely beautiful place
that I was suffering in, that made it worse, also solitary confinement doesn't have
savage beasts provoking you to the brink of your sanity while the urge to kill everything
in sight grew larger and larger! So I picked up my spear gun and F’d up a lot
of fish. It was ether fish or siblings so don’t judge me. But wait there’s
more! I was confined to this boat for the while trip! If I wanted to run off
and get away I could only walk up stairs and sit on the for deck which is about
a maximum of 30 feet away from whatever I’m trying to get away from. The only
thing keeping me from jumping ship literally was my mom. Thanks mom for all you
did for me and I hope those stink pots will leave you alone so you can rest eventually.
There it
is my unfiltered opinion of this trip. All In all I hated it even though I had
a lot of good times on it. My last words on this blog will be this. I am not
going back on to that boat until im 21 and can drink with the other drunks that
will be on that boat.