Ob.Sessed.

It has been 20 whole entire days since last I stepped foot in this fabulous country:

More specifically the state of Puebla in the country of Mexico. Most specifically the city of Tehuacán in the state of Puebla in the country of Mexico.

I just looked it up on Yahoo maps and guess what. There are 71 items on the list of directions for how to make the 2187.28 mile trip in about 38 and a half hours from Salt Lake to Tehuacán.

Oh my gosh. That last one?

71. Arrive at the center of Tehuacán, Pue.

It's like it's commanding me and my heart just wants to obey so so badly. I've been to the center of Tehuacán, Pue. countless times. I remember exactly what it looks like. I remember exactly how it sounds and smells. I remember where the fabric stores are that we used to go to all the time. I remember the movie stand we used to buy all our pirated D.V.D.'s from. I remember the ice cream shop we bought ice cream from two weeks before I left, and the market just to the left of it that smells like warm, raw meat. I remember the sound the tires of our little, red Ford Platina made as we drove across the cobblestone streets.

I miss it ALL more than I can bear.

My students. I watch my videos of them like every other day. They just finished their 13th day with their new teacher. I wish I was there.

My fam. I think about them daily.

You know what I'm really good at? Asking all the right questions to get people to talk and talk and talk and talk. And the great thing is I actually care about the answer and love listening to them, so it's a win-win. But I myself won't really talk unless prompted, and even then, I don't often give a lot of information. But this Mexico biz? It's CONSTANTLY on my mind. I don't bring it up every five seconds because I feel like that would be super awkward and boring for everyone else. But deep down, I really do want to explode on everyone my immense love for all things Mexico. What I really want is someone to play me in the conversation for once. I just want someone to ask me question after question and be genuinely interested because trust me, I would talk, and I would love it.

I just wrote my first paper of Sophomore year. Guess what it was about. Mexico.

I CAN'T GET ENOUGH.

If I could go back right now, I would.

Sigh.

I LOVE seeing Mexican families in Walmart.

I LOVE hearing the little Spanish parts of songs on the radio and actually understanding what they are saying.

I LOVE that there are two legit Mexican grocery stores, and like three Mexican radio stations in Logan. I feel right at home.

Okay, one more thing. In my history class, we are learning about when Columbus and his crew landed in the Americas, which was actually Mexico come to find out, so then we had to have a brief history on Mexico and he showed legit pics and everything and I loved every second. All the places he talked about were places I've totally been and all the pics he showed I recognized immediately.

AAAHHHHHHHH. MEXICO! How I miss thee.

Alright, voy a dormir. Hasta mañana.