Well, I have made it to Merida. We arrived in the evening, so I have yet to see the city in the light. According to mi madre y padre, es muy bonita.
The trip here was... epic. Words can't even describe exactly the journey that I have been on so far. I traveled for about thirty hours to get here, and about three of those hours were spent in legitimate sleep in a real, not make-shift bed. I'm tired. Granted, most of that thirty hours was spent waiting to go somewhere, or finding out where to go, but somehow, it was nevertheless quite exhausting. But, four plane rides and an amazing bus ride later, I am here in Merida. The bus itself was quite the adventure. It looked as if it were decorated by Snoop Doggy Dog. The only word to describe how it looked is... pimp. That, coupled with the fact that he had no qualms about driving sixty miles an hour around curves and through the many lighted tunnels.
I feel like I have so much to share already, and I have only been in the city for less than three hours. Already so much has happened and I know that it is going to be an amazing time. Mis padres already have so many pieces of advice to share. Rigoberto, mi padre, told me that if any man tries to talk to me or dance with me, I can just tell him, ¨Mi novio es un militare Chavanista.¨ That basically means, my boyfriend is a militant for Chavez. And if they talk english, simply tell them, ´´Lo siento, pero no hablo englais.´´ Basically, sorry I don´t speak english.
They´re so amazing. I am sure that I will have a fantastic time with them. They´re very patient with my roommate Jenee and I, although I think they feel more comfortable talking to her because they know she can talk back. That´s fine with me.
Well, for now I must go get some sleep before desayuna in the morning. We have orientation at 9AM sharp and after that a walking tour, and other fun activities planned.
Hasta luego America.