Exactly two months ago was my last day of work.  It was the last day I woke up in my own bed and ate breakfast in my own apartment.  I’ve had some pretty amazing experiences since that day, and I still have sixteen months to go!  Traveling seems to slow down time - I don’t notice days of the week anymore, and every day I see different things, meet new people, learn new and helpful Spanish words.  When I look back at all I’ve accomplished since March 7th, my last day of work, I can’t believe I managed to squeeze it all into only two months!  I guess not spending 40 hours a week at a job helps with that… (more…)