It may seem crazy but, I'm writing about mexico. I'm putting it all down on paper, the good, the bad, the ugly. I want to get it out of my system. Okay thats a lie, but just the same. I'd like to publish it at one point, and show the world just what it really means to be an exchange student. I have a small fear thought that in bringing out my dirty laundry I might bring shame to myself. I hate to think that, I mean not the act of doing it, but the fact that I'm so nervous about it. Don't get me wrong I'm not ashamed of anything I did that year, but... I'm not proud of all of it either. I guess that in it's self is a bit contradictory.
Matt is comming to visit me on Wednesday and I'm pretty excited. He and I met in our youth hostel in Paris. I was schedualed to spend a day with another guy, but he joined in with us. I asked him the other day how much we had walked in our day and he claims "I know we walked atleast seven miles" I couldn't beleive it. Well actually I could because I think i lost it on the way back to the hostel because I was so tired. We'd done everything that day... the eifel tower, the catacombs, the grave yard. It truely was a magical day. But back to the present, he's comming to visit me from California next week. And thus far he is the only one I really trust to read my story about Mexico. I'm not sure why. But who know.