Buenos or Bust

Well, this day has finally come. It’s my last day. I just finished packing and I don’t know what to do with myself. I might go down the street to get some of the best gringas ever for the last time.

Over the last few weeks I’ve gone through a lot of emotions considering this day. For a while I couldn’t wait to leave, and then for a while I would get really depressed every time I thought about leaving, and now I’m excited to leave but I can’t imagine anywhere else but here. I’m probably just being dramatic. It will be great to be home, but first…

OFF TO ARGENTINA!!!!!!!!!!!! My flight leaves at 8:30pm and then it’s an overnight flight to Buenos Aires and Beth! Beth has been studying in Buenos Aires for about two months now and I can’t wait to see her in her new city. I’m not sure what she has planned for me but I know that we are going to un espectaculo that she has been raving about for weeks, El Tigre (a little town by the river), and the musical Spring Awakening in SPANISH! And, of course, we’re going to eat lots of yummy steak and go leather shopping. It should be a good time.<------------Understatement of the century

So, goodbye Mexico. You’ve been good to me. I’ll miss it and all the people in it, but I’ll be back…someday.

PS: My host nephew, Jaziel, died last night. He was five years old. He had been battling Leukemia since he was two, but in the time I’ve been here he had been slowly deteriorating. Over a month ago, the doctors said they couldn’t do anything else for him and sent him home, and for the last two weeks he had been in the hospital in very bad condition. Last night in the middle of the night, Señora Tere came into my room to tell me he had died and that she might not be here when I leave because the whole family was going to the funeral home. In Mexico, when a loved one dies, family and friends gather in the funeral home all night and all day. She is there right now. I don’t know what to do or say around my host family now. I think this is a good time for me to leave…Sorry to end Mexico with something so sad, but I really felt I had to share this with you. There are still three grandsons: Gabriel, Poncho, and the new born baby Santiago. The family has been expecting this for a while, and, while nothing can prepare you for something like this, I am confident that they will make it through. My thoughts are with them.