This morning we woke up bright and
early and ventured to the school to meet the others for our day trip to Toledo.
We were the last ones to get there (and we weren’t even late), so I ended up
sitting next to this guy from Milwaukee named Mike. He was pretty nice. Thank
God we held a decent conversation because the bus ride took forever (although I
should have slept, because I was exhausted).
I was not mentally prepared for
Leonor, our tour guide, to be so passionate about the sites she was taking us
to. She really liked to speak and pack in as many locations as possible. I
suppose this is a good thing, but it was very hot, and she doesn’t know how to
speak slowly in Spanish so us non-Natives (nearly everyone there) can
understand).
During our lunch break we found this
little restaurant and ended up ordering like 3 bottles of wine. After that we
really didn’t want to return to the group, but luckily our day was almost over.
Up until this point, I hadn’t really
processed the fact that I was in a foreign country with a completely different
native tongue and (almost) complete strangers. I ended up calling Rez with the
10 free minutes that I had on my texting app and as soon as I heard his voice I
couldn’t hold the tears in. It was so nice to hear a familiar voice, especially
one belonging to someone that means so much to me.
After speaking with him, I finally
mustered up the cajones to book my flight, and resolved that I needed to go out and celebrate. We ended up going to Pacha. From the general consensus, it was similar to clubs
in New York. But it was by far the craziest place that I’ve went thus far in
this trip. We ended up having to leave because some of the guys were being
creeps and too aggressive, but we did get a few good hours out of it.

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