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I'm sitting here in my hotel room in Merida. It's 10:02 and I'm not tired. What I AM is STARVING, but it's so late I don't think I should eat lest I spend the night with heartburn. The only things I have on me to munch on is chocolate and water (bottled).
The flight was SO BUMPY both to Houston and to Merida, I actually was starting to feel nauseous on the descents of both of them.
But now I am here. In my Holiday Inn hotel room. In Mexico.
It's very surreal to be surrounded by a city that only passingly speaks my language (why yes, this IS my first time out of US/Canada). I managed to pick up a lot of the conversation Maria and the cab driver had (quite a bit more than she thinks) and I really felt for the poor woman behind the counter who looked at my surname with wide-eyed confusion. But she was a trooper and we managed to hammer out the hotel stuff with her okay english and my sorta spanish.
I just... can't believe I'm here. I can't believe there are so many Burger King's here. And Ford dealerships. It's surreal.
Also, canellaphile I AM SO LOVING BEING HUMAN THANK YOU THANK YOU.
The flight was SO BUMPY both to Houston and to Merida, I actually was starting to feel nauseous on the descents of both of them.
But now I am here. In my Holiday Inn hotel room. In Mexico.
It's very surreal to be surrounded by a city that only passingly speaks my language (why yes, this IS my first time out of US/Canada). I managed to pick up a lot of the conversation Maria and the cab driver had (quite a bit more than she thinks) and I really felt for the poor woman behind the counter who looked at my surname with wide-eyed confusion. But she was a trooper and we managed to hammer out the hotel stuff with her okay english and my sorta spanish.
I just... can't believe I'm here. I can't believe there are so many Burger King's here. And Ford dealerships. It's surreal.
Also, canellaphile I AM SO LOVING BEING HUMAN THANK YOU THANK YOU.