Dia 56: Las Ultimas Horas.

Well the last few days have been rather busy. School ended with a bang. We had 2 papers, a test, and a presentation. That's like the entire semesters worth of work shoved into one week. I'm pretty glad that's over, I really needed a vacation. Then right after school ended we went to Nuevo Vallarta for 5 days which was composed of unlimited beach, drinks, and food. It was probably the best vacation of my life.

I'll throw some warnings though. 1: The maids at our hotel stole money from our rooms. 2: there are some super jerk vendors in Puerto Vallarta. One man got mad at me for not spending 70 bucks on a wooden box so he followed me out of the store all but harassing me. He kept saying that money wasn't a big deal it was just paper. I responded by saying that my money wasn't paper and I needed it for school and what not. He then got angry and said, well I'm not the one on vacation. I work 10 hours a day and I have a wife and 4 kids to put through school. And he just kept blabbing away and following me out of his shop and into the road. He just kept giving me junk. I just said nope, no thanks and kept walking until he stopped.That is definitely how you sell things to tourists. Mind you he said all of this in English so I wasn't having a communication issue. oh and 3: the ocean is really really dirty in July and August because it's rainy season so don't plan a snorkeling trip.

Anyways, this trip has been outrageously awesome and I'm sad it's ending. Every week was composed of huge amounts of delicious food, trips around Mexico, hanging out with friends, and just tons and tons of fun. OH and I spoke some Spanish I guess. I'm really grateful for this experience and it was honestly one of the best decisions I have ever made. Now it's time to go back to reality where I have to pay bills, eat college food, and work. But I get to speak English again so I dare say I'm pretty content. Estoy Satisfecha.

Dia 46:Near Death in 27

I just have to share the worst bus ride I've yet to have. Today on the way back from service 5 of us took the bus back to our houses. We got the ghetto 27 bus. This one was really ghetto, bullet holes in the windows and all. In addition to the ghetto appearance, we also got the nuttiest bus driver in Guadalajara. He initially refused to give our friend change for her 50. He said he had none, but after a few minutes of discussing he finally gave her change. After we got our tickets, we sat in the very back of the bus so we could be close to the door and so we could chat with each other. Everyone knows the back of the bus is the most bumpy and we honestly get a kick out of it so we decided to sit there. However, this bus was really really bumpy, like I was having trouble holding a conversation and I felt like my organs were being tossed around. The driver just kept getting faster and faster. Every curve made me fear for my life and my roomie watched the driver run 2 red lights. Well we were just chatting and laughing and then all of a sudden we were 2 feet off of our seats with shock plastered on our faces. The driver must have run over a large speed bump, curve, or a person because we FLEW out of our seats. My heart was in my throat. It scared me to death, I thought we were getting into a wreck, but instead it was just our bus driver being a maniac. Our friends got off shortly after that. We had to ride the bus for another 5 minutes and he just continued cutting in front of cars, taking corners too fast, and speeding like no one's business. Then when it came to drop us off he decided to stay in the middle lane to let us out and as I was getting out of the bus a stupid car almost hit me and my roomies in the lane we walked into!

Nothing like a good ol' bus ride in Mexico.