This ain't no day at the beach.

I can't believe that this semester has flown by so quick. I'm leaving for home in a week and it feels like I just got here. Poor Zach still has three weeks after I leave, but he'll be okay. He's going to be so busy with finals that he won't even miss me(I hope).
It's funny how your perspective on things can change so much once you know that you are leaving a place. I get these blinders on when I'm here, I don't really see the bad, but I'm not seeing the good either...I just cope. The thing about this country is that although it is incredibly beautiful, it has it's rough points(the men whistling/"psssting" at you, the general laziness). And when you are trying to live your daily life of, paying bills, grocery shopping, etc. you forget all the good. I don't go to the beach every day, as most people believe, it is just plain ol' too hot! We try and hide from the sun here. I don't surf or scuba dive or hang with the locals and listen to Bob Marley...life here is just not like that. It is boring and plain and dull. I think that people expect to hear of all these stories whenever we talk and I got nothing for them. It is always the same thing, Zach is STILL studying, I'm STILL watching tv, killing cockroaches....cooking. I guess in some ways it is an adventure and one day I will be looking back on it and think that it was, but right now I fail to see it. How can doing the same thing day after day, after day, be an adventure?! My friend here, Emily, says it's like Groundhog Day, it's the same old routine every day; and she's right, nothing changes. We ride the same buses, on the same five mile route, with the same weather, and the same people... you get the idea. I think that knowing I'm leaving in a couple of days makes me really look at the way my life is here and it seems so boring. It makes me look at all the negatives and harp on them. I think that I need a day at the beach to boost my attitude and make me realize where I am.