Back by overwhelming popular demand!
Trip Start Feb 16, 2011
18Trip End Jun 28, 2011
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"Hey, I read your blog. Some of it anyway. Mexico, right?"
"Hey, I didn't realise you were back!"
"I started to read it, yeah, but things got busy at work."
"You should definitely do another blog. I'll try and follow it this time".
So, there you have it, I'm back, practically writing to myself.
When I went to Mexico, I set my stall out with the things I hoped to achieve, so why not take the same approach second time around?
1) Avoid any sort of danger.
2) Relax and be less misanthropic.
3) Escape England's miserable weather.
Now, for those of you who read my first blog and are feeling a slight sense of Deja Vu, I am aware that these are exactly the same three targets I set myself last time. But it is no secret that I am not a big fan of change. And that's not about to change (obviously).
I do also want to practise my Spanish. In Mexico I was able to converse in English most of the time, and often shied away from using Spanish, because... well, I will use an example conversation with Veronica at the hostel to demonstrate:
Me: "Buenos dias!"
Vero: "Buenos dias!"
Me: "Ummm, Vero... donde es el pan?"
Me: "Donde es el pan?"
Me: "Ummmm.... el pan?"
Vero: "Just ask me in English"
Me: "Where's the bread?"
Vero: "Over there."
Only when I got to Puerto Vallarta, my final stop in Mexico, did I begin to choose to speak Spanish when I had the opportunity, and I found it pretty satisfying and rewarding. Obviously once I headed to the States it was English all the way. Although it did take me a few days to stop saying "Gracias" to everyone, and even using my native tongue wasn't without problems; Asking for "water" (War-Terr) seemed to prompt no end of confusion for the waitresses.
So, the product of this, is that I am going to make more effort with 'mi espanol' in South America, although I have already been reliably informed that Argentinian-Spanish is a bit different to Mexican-Spanish. GREAT.
I'd also like to do some activities which feel a little more adventurous, perhaps a bit more in touch with nature, or help me build some ideas for my future. However, given that I am only really a warrior, a trekker, a survivor and an adapter in my mind, and very much a cautious scaredy-cat in reality, I don't think anyone should hold their breath on this one.
Whilst I'm away I'm not sure how often I'll update my blog. In Mexico I was out the blocks like Maurice Green* with at least two posts a week, but then keeping this rate going became something of a chore as the trip went on. So we'll see.
* It didn't make sense to use Usain Bolt here, he's not a great starter.