I can do anything I want. I could go home tomorrow if I wanted. I could fly to South America and find a tribe in the Amazon. It is wild to think of the sheer freedom I have. It I'd powerful. But too often I get too caught up on my "planned route" and think of rushing through it just to hit places. As I start to travel alone I need to make sure I take the learnings from the last three months and slow down, integrate, and find a nice routine. I caught the local bus to the airport today. At the hostel it said it would be outside a Lorena restaurant at 1300. I got there around 12:56 and it pulled up right as I got there. If I was there a minute later I could've missed my flight. I had an awful night of sleep. Since leaving Zach now I am sleeping in hostel dorms. More times than not there is a person who snores, called a snorlax. Last night was one of the worst I've ever seen with the guy in the bunk above me snoring very loudly without stop. I barely slept and at 5am had to go to the lobby to try and sleep. I actually haven't had a good night sleep since Tuesday and it's throwing me off. Choosing a good hostel is a tough skill.
