So here I am, on the plane home. I probably won’t get home until after midnight, and unfortunately, it is the spring forward weekend and I will lose an hour with my wonderful family tomorrow. L Someday I think it would be wonderful to take my children and husband to Oaxca, or maybe even Puebla. Would I go on this trip again? No. Will I travel with students again? Not unless I have the role of chaperone. There was so much drama on the trip. I didn’t let it overshadow my good time, but it certainly affected it. Many of the students, whether young (18-22) or older (35 and 57, respectively), created a lot of problems for themselves and the group as a whole, and it’s not something I want to deal with if I am spending a bunch of money and ten days away from my family. I saw wonderful culture and history, I learned about myself, and I improved my Spanish quite a bit. It was a good learning experience – both for what I would do and not do again when I travel.
Here ends my story.