I'm on the bus to the airport which means I only have a few hours before I'm on the plane to Mexico city. Then I'm to las Vegas then to San Francisco where mom picks me up. I'm sitting on the bus thinking about my trip and how being home will be. The first shocker which almost made me cry was the thought that I have to go through customs in las Vegas. Customs are a pain in the but and I'm not going to lie, I've never had to clAim something like 7 bottles of wine. Well that's not a big deal but I was thinking about it and hard it would be. Then I thought crap they speak English in las Vegas. Wow. English? What's that? I will actually be able to communicate. I was thinking about ordering food or looking for directions. Possibly loosing my bags like in Quito. Well it's no problem because they speak English. This ia actually very difficult for me to grasp as I am so used to being lost confused and a forigner I don't know how I will cope back home. I am so lucky I live in the ghetto where they don't speak English anyways, I think that will help alot.
I sit here and review my trip and think about how different the countries were. People always said that the countries were so different and in my head I just thought they were all very similar ( minus Bolivia). Now that I am at the end of my trip and going home it doesn't blend together as well as I thought. Ecuador was difficult because of the culture shock. Peru was boring because I was over the culture shock and really I didn't like Peru much anyways. I will have to try again because other people liked it so much. Bolivia was another world. Chile was friendly and warm and the first place that was not third world ish. Argentina was amazing salta was one of my
Favorite cities. Argentina was so modern I didn't like it at first but I think that was just culture shock then to brazil which was even more amazing. More modern and the people were the friendliest from the whole trip. I look back over my whole eight weeks and think how lucky I was. I only got sick once. Boliia of course. It may have stuck around for two weeks making me nautilus and tired but I continued on and got over it. I still question if it was the altitude or really was the saltada. As of now I have not been mugged robbed or harrased too much( for south america at least). I could not have asked for more luck or a better trip. I have be oke better at meeting random people. Even if it means inviting yourself to dinner with two guys. I found the past few weeks I have been much more likely to meet people and get to know them well. I have made some amazing new frinds and well 8 weeks have home by and I can barely remember the people I met at the beginning. There were so many crazy experiences thati share only with me and the country. It's weird goig home and having ao many stories that nobody will relate to. Nobody will laugh with me about the time I puked out the bus window or got on the wrong bus or fell off my bike. Those are only in my head andim sure I will be laughing aloud about ao many things and nobody will even understand how crazy difficult and fun it was. For now this trip has summed up life for me. Do as much as you can in the little time we have on earth. Meet as many people. Travel as far as you can. Be yourself. Don't let anybody stop you. Be independent. Do your best and people will appreciate it. And most of all step outside the box, so many people warned me and told me not to do it but I did it even though I was scared like crazy. 6 countries. 55 days. 18 cities/ towns. 250 hours on the bus. Heading home now. Craziest feeling ever.