Traveling Soul

November 20th-22nd, 2015 I'm burning on the blazing sun in mid-November; the temperature here is something that I still have not gotten used  to. Keaton and I are waiting for our taxi ride to meet up with the rest of the rest of the International Student Embassy group for a trip to the Real de Catorce for the weekend. We split the cab drive there and for the first time since I've been here, I bought some groceries for the long six hour ride on the bus. Everyone is excited, the sounds of laughter and a multitude of different languages fill the air. I'm exhausted from the lack of sleep from the previous night and the whole week because I had a 2-hour long presentation in my Art History class. We arrived in the evening, making stops at convenient stores for bathroom breaks and snacks. Finally, we meet up with the rest of the group from the Monterrey at the place, the total comes up to over 50 international people. Once everyone has arrived, we squeezed into the back of pic

7:00 A.M. 15 minutes before we were supposed to all meet up for our last excursion together, I jumped up out of bed. The light beeping sound coming from my Mexican phone was too easy to ignore and thankfully, I had packed the night before. I rushed downstairs, chugged hot chocolate down my throat, burning it along the way, and grabbed my plastic bag that would be my breakfast instead of lunch. After finally meeting up with the rest of the group, we hustled into the van, claiming spots that would remain ours for the rest of the trip. We were missing Tina and I had a bad feeling that she had overslept. We waited for 30 minutes, hoping that she would magically show up. No one had a number that she could be reached at, so her host mom was contacted, then came Vero and without a lot of options left, we took off. No one was feeling superb that day, but we trekked through and had lunch at a market. I had colda de camaron thinking that the hot broth would soothe my aching throat and clear