Arriving in Sahuayo

Travel Day
From the time I woke up to the time I got to my apartment in Sahuayo, I had been traveling for 18 hours. Getting to Sahuayo required two plane rides, two bus rides and a taxi trip at the end. Clearly, Sahuayo isn’t exactly the most popular destination spot in Mexico. I couldn’t see much the first day. Everything was dark and I wasn’t sure when I had arrived. I wus eager to see my new home for the next five months. I’m glad it wasn’t any of the previous stops, which were not great places even by Mexico’s standards. When I arrived at the bus station in Sahuayo, Ricardo, the coordinator for my school, CulturLingua, somehow recognized me and said my name. I was amazed. Could it have been that I was the only young man with a backpack at a bus station in Sahuayo on a Friday night? Ricardo took me to my new apartment in downtown. We had to carry my 75-pound suitcase up three flights of stairs. I met my roommates, Erika and Kris. Erika is 20-years-old and from South Africa, while Kris is 24-years-old and from Ohio. Erika is the veteran; she’s been here for an entire two months. Kris has been here for only a couple weeks. Another teacher was at the apartment, and he had just arrived earlier this week. While they drank beer and told disgusting stories, I unpacked my life and looked forward to the rest. The photo is my room. It has two beds, but no desk and no dresser. Storage is a problem. The second photo is the living room. The place is spacious, but too much for me. I actually prefered the little room I had in San Francisco.