This one goes out to the homies...

Year’s windin’ down. People have started heading home. Our little study abroad family’s breaking apart.

When I look back at Mexico, I’m not going to think about the museums or the parks. I doubt I’ll remember much about the beaches or churches. But I could never forget Sunday mornings, sitting on the makeshift floor-bed, watching Jamie Oliver with Alisa. Ordering late-night cheesey popper pizza with Kevin and Anthony. Joe’s debates and Beau showing up weekly with Indio and a few more centimeters of mustache.

The people that come to Mexico aren’t your average “study abroad” kids. We’re a different breed. We’re weird. We didn’t do the usual, “I want to go abroad. Maybe I’ll go to Paris because it’s pretty, and I like the food.” When we told people we wanted to study here, we were greeted with a lot of blank stares and, “…But, why?”s. We didn’t go to Mexico to escape our American reality, have a vacation, or realize some fantasy of mystic exoticism in a foreign land.

We came here to better comprehend our reality. To learn, to understand a shared history. Some came to get in touch with their own Mexican culture, and others went to gain a better awareness of the neighbors who define our future as much as we do theirs. From the first day, we’ve grown together. A rag, tag group of open minds soaking up every experience that came our way. We’ve lived every second to the fullest. Even our downtimes have been filled with discussion, debate, fascination, and fun. So, here’s to the good times and the better times. Let’s relive a few, shall we?


-Toma todo, Footie pajamas, Nutty Professor, Lord Rara, Police run-ins, laced mezcal at La Bipo, Hey Mickey at Living, the Burger King in Zona Rosa, the Burger King on Copilco, club on top of the Burger King in Cuernavaca, douchey model guy, daggering, Skybar incest, waterpark cave drinking and lip busting, sale-vale, Jessica-Handsy-Hom, Pinche Steve/Shifty-eyed Steve, Buttshow Joe/(and the well-earned) Ballshow Joe, Double Down, Double Dicks, Tigger, Wild Turkey, island rooftop wave, bottles breaking on Beau, Joe’s tabletop dancing, free jager for Marina and me, ordering “botas”, discounts for Kate’s jetski death, Eva’s stanky leg, many fatty nights, Anthony’s moonwalk, backpack guy, Kevin’s stories, taking moments, Ron’s rave dancing, Alisa’s cigarette burns, violent drelanie, Suleika’s salsa, Harry Pottery, Puebla Martin, el Duende, the laundry room, and…. of course: the Acapulco Underwear Incident.-


So, in conclusion, we are an awesome group of hilarious people. The highs and the lows, every second was worth it and I couldn’t imagine a better group with which to share these memories. As we depart with smog in our lungs, fat in our hips, and tears in our eyes, the planes will be weighed down with the heaviness of our hearts.

Thanks for the laughs. All 6 months of them.

Nos vemos pronto.