I recently asked Theresa this question: What if our whole study abroad experience has been a mirage induced by heat exhaustion?
We both agree that it’s plausible.
The semester is almost over. In 10 days I will be getting on a plane and heading back to Iowa, and as we start to reminisce and think back on all we’ve done, I can’t help but wonder: Was it real?
Did I really climb ancient, unrestored pyramids and look out over jungles and mountains?
Did I really play Mexican Loteria with my mom and her friends and win the jackpot twice in a row?
Did I really see monkeys, parrots, and crocodiles?
Did I jump off a boat in the middle of nowhere to snorkel in the Caribbean?
Did I eat pan dulce, tamales, salbutes, and other Mexican foods? (Alright, I suppose I’ve got the gut to prove that one.)
Did I move into a homestay and actually have converstations in Spanish that made sense?
Did I bathe with a bucket of water and make homemade tortillas in a small Mayan pueblo?
Did I visit one of the 7 wonders of the world?
Did I make local friends?
Did I sleep in a hammock?
This is a short list of things I’ve done, but thinking back, the semester has been full of incredible experiernces. I’ve done things I never would have thought or believed I would. And if it weren’t for the pictures I’ve taken, I probably still wouldn’t believe it when I returned home. Luckily, however, this dream is true.