Published: May 13th 2012May 13th 2012
Well, I'm not sure I have much to write, really.
Again I've just been being lazy. I arrived in Mancora on Thursday, and started bartending that night. I worked again the following afternoon and all was well, fun and great.
But then the evening fell and once again I began to feel off. The boss man wanted me to stay 2 weeks, and I started realising I'm not sure I want to even stay a week. I slept on it and woke up still feeling uneasy, antisocial, and like I'm not in the right place. It's just been all party party party for ages, and that's really not what I'm here for. I'm looking for something, I've just no idea what that may be. I'm sure it's not to be found in any location, but I continue to hope that somewhere, something, or someone, will help to bring it out from within me.
SO I await my debit card. In the meantime I walk along the beach into town, swim in the ocean and the swimming pool, chat with new friends, and relax. I'm feeling a bit off still today, but much more social. Yesterday I spent almost all day watching movies. I think I reached 3 and a half... my buddy John topped me at 5 or 6. Ya, lazy times.