Not everyone gets to go away for 6 months and live in another country, but I was given the opportunity. I actually worked hard for that opportunity, and saved money for a year to be able to go, and quit my job of 7 years so I could do it. Why? I knew it would be just about the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, and it was.
I remember saying goodbye to my family at the airport, and crying all the way there while I was on the airplane. I knew once I landed, I would be in a country where I didn’t know anyone, didn’t speak the language, and didn’t know where I would be living. I had booked a hostel for the first week I was there, and then had to find an apartment.
I started language school the day after I got there, and didn’t know where it was, so I took a taxi to get there. I took me a week before I was able to walk there. I got lost on my way back from the school, and I was asking in my best Spanish about how to find my way back. It took me an hour and a half to make 15 minute trip. But, from then on I knew my way around.
I spent alot more time walking than that, since I couldn’t bring my car with me. So, in my first month, I broke two pair of shoes. It turns out, they weren’t made for walking. So, I went shopping and bought a really nice pair that have lasted me through the rest of my walking around Mexico, until now. They were hand made leather, and I love them. They are very comfortable.
I did some really fun things, alone. I went diving in a cave, and touring some Mayan ruins. I also went to Cancun, on Mexican Independence day. It was beautiful, but while I was in the water, I had to keep one eye on my bag, since I had no one there to help me watch it, and I had to have money with me so I could pay for my bus ticket back. So, it was not as fun as it could have been. But I enjoyed it anyway. I learned however, that it is worth the money to get a hotel on the beach.
I had my birthday while I was there, and didn’t get to celebrate with my family. But, I had made some friends by that time, and was at a youth camp on my birthday. So, I had to do a little birthday dance, and got hugs from about 50 people. It was pretty nice.
After three months in that location, I was on to my next place. A little island, in a place where I also knew no one. I was a 6 hour bus ride. I was going to be picked up from the bus station by the family that I would be staying with. The trip was nice, I was able to see the sunset over the ocean as we were crossing the bridge. I got there on Thanksgiving week, and was surprised that the family I stayed with made a dinner just for me, (since it’s an American holiday).
I started teaching their son English, shortly after I got there. He started improving quickly in his English class. I was glad to be able to give back in some way. I became part of the family quickly, and helped out around the house, and whatever I could do. I had a friend come from the US to visit me for Christmas, and she took my bed, and slept on the floor. For me that is fine. I went Christmas shopping for the kids there, and the toys are so overpriced there.
Right after Christmas, my friend and I visited the city I had stayed at for the first 3 months, and we went to the beach, and Cancun. In that part of Mexico, it never gets really cold. I got a nice suntan on the beach on December 31st. I thought that was great.
Shortly after, I got the flu. It was awful. I had planned to go to a conference that was out of town, so I went anyway. Because of a crime in the area, the location of the conference had to be moved….to outside.
It was raining, and I had on flip flops. The conference lasted all day long, and I was miserable. Since I lived with a family, I was being taken care of by them, and had to follow the “sick rules”, which included not being able to drink my diet soda. That was really hard. Cause I have to drink at least one or two a day. I don’t usually take care of myself when Im sick. I just suffer through it til I get better. I thought I had gotten better, and was going to be coming home soon. but, just a couple of days before my trip home I got sick again. I had fever, and I lost my voice. I took some kind of pill that made me feel so much better, but my voice was still gone.
The day of my return was great. I booked my flight in the first city, 6 hours away, and it was scheduled for 8 in the morning. So, I had to take a bus a midnight to get there. Then I took my flight from there to Houston, and arrived at 11am . So, after traveling for 12 hours I was so happy to see my family waiting there for me at the airport. My voice was still gone, and so I couldnt say anything, but I was so glad to be back.
Being back home has been nice, and I still haven’t gotten over being happy about it. I was able to find a job quickly after my return, and realize that I really love my friends, and family. I also enjoy living in the US. I also know that I have another family in Mexico, and they helped me learn to speak their language, and taught me alot about living in another country.
So, even though I had to give up alot, I think it was worth it. I didn’t get this opportunity, I worked for it, gave things up for it, and it was hard. But, if you want to do something like that, it will cost you something. But, if nothing else, you’ll at least make some friends, and learn a new language.