After three months away...I'm back home again. It seems like everything should of changed, but things are still the same. I miss traveling the Gringo Trail, but it's still good to be back. I desperately need to do laundry.
It feels strange being behind the wheel again. Driving. Filling my car with gas--all these mundane things that I never thought about while on the road and traveling dirty-backpacker-style. I need to go for a drive and think.
I catch myself slipping in a "gracias" to the clerk when he hands me my change. Things are a little different, but I think it's me who's changed.
It feels strange being behind the wheel again. Driving. Filling my car with gas--all these mundane things that I never thought about while on the road and traveling dirty-backpacker-style. I need to go for a drive and think.
I catch myself slipping in a "gracias" to the clerk when he hands me my change. Things are a little different, but I think it's me who's changed.
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