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Published: March 8th 2007
All I need in this life of sin...
is me and my backpack.
Look for me!I don't feel nervous. I don't have goosebumps. I'm actually feeling kind of mellow. In fact I've never felt so calm. I do feel that I have way too much to carry in one backpack, but I am not going to be one of those smelly rustic backpackers. I've smelled enough to know, I WILL have enough clean underwear.
I told my mom I was leaving last week.
"Where are you going ?"
"Mexico"
"For what?
"Rehab."
She flipped out.
"What the hell do you mean rehab? Are you on drugs? "
"No ma, I was just kiddin'"
Well, sort of. It's kind of a mental rehabilitation sort of thing. After I quit my extremely stressful job in October, I knew I was due for a long unofficial sabatical. I just didn't feel quite right. After a couple of months at home dealing with personal problems I knew it was now or never. Besides, my bank account was dwindling.
The hardest part ? Telling my baby sister I was leaving. It wasn't all of a sudden, I did tell her here and there, months before I booked the trip. She didn't believe me until she
Baby sis sad to see me go
Wouldn't you cry too? i love this little girl toooo much. saw me buy the tickets online. Then she started crying.
"I promise I'll be good"
Yeah... I cried. How do you tell a 9-year-old that your brain is fried, your life may be at a stand still and , simply, if you didn't go, you would soon bring that anger home.
You don't. You just let her know you love her very much, too much to not go.
It was hard telling friends and family. Some thought I was crazy, and I had a feeling I wasn't being supported. They expressed their doubts, like family and friends are supposed to do, but that didn't change my mind. Of course I am worried about my safety, as much as I am here in Brooklyn, NY. For the most part I was supported, especially by my co-workers, who knew what I went through and through this blog will live vicariously through me, while slumped behind a cubicle at work (sorry guys).
So here's the plan. I plan on being a shoestring traveler, in other words being as cheap as I possibly can. Hopefully my accomodations, won't exceed $10 a night, maybe in Mexico and Belize. I am flying out of Newark airport (it's cheaper) into Cancun, Mexico on March 5, 2006 at 9:00am. That is my only confirmation. I have no idea what hotel or hostel I'll stay at, or if I'm even going to stay in Cancun. It is spring break time, but I'm not much of a partyer. Everything is pretty much up in the air, but here's a loose itinerary.
2 weeks in different parts of Mexico (mostly the Yucutan)
1 week in Belize
1 week in Guatemala.
Then on to the family compound in Honduras for Semana Santa, or Holy Week in April. I may stay there until after my birthday (hey, free room and board) on April 22, 2007 (Hint, Hint). Then after that , who knows. My dream, God willing, if I have enough time and money is to go to Brazil. The chances of that happening are slim to none, but here's hoping.
Please feel free to join me on my adventures, and share with others if you would like. I promised myself that I will be very open and honest of my experiences. I won't hold anything back. Here and there you'll meet my alter ego, Brooke Lynne. She's a little more sassier and aggressive than me. Feel free to comment, let me feel the love.
And finally,
"El que camino con dios, nunca camino solo" He who walks with God, never walks alone.
Until the next blog,
Ciao Bella,
Melissa
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Carla
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God will watch over you
I recall seeing you days before you left and you appeared overwhelmed. I know that this is something that you've been wanting to do. It is what it is. I'll pray that you have a safe trip and I will look over your sister. She ran to me today and told me that she spoke with you and that she missed you. She'll be ok. I know she never got a chance to go swimming, so I'll take her with me to the Y with the girls.