Don't say it's the last day...
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Denial is not just a river in Egypt...
This was my last day on Isla; and in fact, my last day of the trip full stop - but I couldn't think about it, I just couldn't. The last couple of days had taken me through some sort of time warp... it had seemed much longer than that, and yet I was no where near ready to return home.
I woke up quite late after the late night of drinking the night before - but once I did wake up, I luckily felt completely fine. I immediately packed up my things, checked out of my hotel, and headed back over to my beloved Urban Hostel and all my friends.
I dropped my bag against the wall and determined to not look at it or think about it until the last possible moment I could put it off to.
I left for a bit to make a phone call to Manolo and Erik to arrange for dinner that night, and we agreed I'd head back over to their house around 7:00 that night. Then I went and picked up some things for lunch, and took them back over to the hostel to share with Ben.
What life do I want?
As I walked back to the hostel, I did a lot of thinking, about a lot of things. On the first evening on the Island, John asked me why I traveled. I was surprised and a bit bothered at the fact that I wasn't able to give an answer I was fully satisfied with. Add to that that I was meeting people here everyday that traveled as a lifestyle; they made it happen.
Thanks to Ryan's computer, I was able to do a bit of updating on my blog, and then knew the time was coming that I was getting near to my final goodbyes. I didn't want to leave, I just wanted to stay, sitting with Ryan and Ben talking about nothing forever - or at least a lot longer than this.
Fair thee well, Urban Hostel.
A couple new travelers came to check into the hostel, and as they were getting their lay of the land and who everyone was, I ended up clarifing for them:
"I don't really stay here; I just wake up, come over and spend all day"
I guess this was a good enough opening for Ben to give me some trouble, so he turned to Ryan, and said,
"Yeah Ryan, we need to figure out something to do about these freeloaders.
I acted hurt. "I TRIED to help" I pointed out... "I ran the place the other day..."
"You did a good job." Ben replied.
"Well, I didn't really do anything" I pointed out.
"Neither does Ryan." He retorted.
"And I brought you free food!"
"Lady, I don't want you to leave - and it's not about free food!"
(I felt a little glow start inside)
"Well" he amended quickly, "It's not ALL about free food..."
I love these guys. So much. I know I'll see Ryan again here in the states, but for reasons I won't go into, I think that won't be happening with Ben - so.... since I know Ryan will be showing this to Ben over his shoulder....
Ben know this - when you settle in a new spot in the next couple years, somewhere interesting and different, let me know where you are, and that will be a fantastic excuse for me to come try out that new location.
So with that, I gathered my bag, kissed everyone goodbye, headed to the ferry, and left my beloved Isla.