Enchildas? Check. Beans for breakfast? Check. Burros braying at 5am? Check. Digestive upset? Check. Paralyzing fear and anxiety? Check, check and check.
This vacation was one of the most difficult things I've done in a really long time. It pushed me way over the edge of my comfort level, challenged my significant fear of drowning, my fear of failing and showed me where I need to draw the line.
The line is somewhere around here:
Or, maybe here...
I learned a lot about myself on this trip, about how I interact with others, about how I feel about this thing people call "spirituality," about how fear and anxiety can keep me from doing things I should be able to do and about how I depend on others to help me through difficult times.
I'm still processing this stuff, and have a lot of interesting stories to tell, and maybe some more pictures to show. But, unfortunately, I still have to regroup my life and get my ass to work tomorrow, so it will have to wait.