Mexico was wonderful! I miss it a lot and all of people. I left early because of this darn parasite in my body. I also got a uti, which later thought to be a kidney infection..who knows. Mexican hospitals: little sketchy; shopping carts to carry their drugs around. theirs labs: different, giant bigger than your head carvings of Jesus on their desk strange. anyways, thats another story.
So i came home, because I got so sick and it was like stick out or come home. They told me that it was going to get worse before it got better and I didn't know if i could handle that. I was kind of at the end of my rope and my body was wearing really thin. So I don't feel like I gave up, I feel like I gave into what needed to happen for my body, ya know?