As I sit here, I think I've realized the thing that made me fall so in love with my travels: the quietness, the overall peace. Not that it was all peace and quiet of course, the people who got mad at us drunkenly careening through the road in Caye Caulker can attest to that, but it's an overall feeling of calmness. I've been back about three hours now, and all I want to do tonight is quietly relax, write about my trip, and snuggle my kitties. Unfortunately at the moment I feel like my head is going to explode because all I can hear is the music and voices coming from downstairs. Don't get me wrong, I adore my roommate Sarah and her boyfriend Paul, but the last thing I want to hear on my first night back is loud drunken noise. I want to readjust. UGH! It is Saturday night though, and there are a lot of parties tonight, so of course they're not doing anything wrong, but I've been wanting to write about my trip for about an hour now and can't get my mind to focus.
So many things stood out to me on my way back to Ottawa today (notice I don't use the word 'home', because Ottawa is not, and has not ever been, my 'home', I have yet to find that). Walking down the aisle on the greyhound bus, I noticed that at least two people in every row were using some kind of electronic device: an ipod, a laptop, a gaming system, a phone. Where I've been, not one person was using anything, except occasionally a cell phone would ring, and a quick phone conversation would happen. What struck me as weird today was not that people could go without, but that being without seemed normal - so THAT seemed weird. Shouldn't life in Ottawa be normal to me, and the opposite be weird? Why does being somewhere else so easily seem to be where I belong?
Getting home has been a bit of a pain in the ass. Was subjected to my first thorough searching at the airport in Belize City (no body cavities at least). When they opened the door to the gate where my plane was leaving from, a person walked right up to me, grabbed me by the arm and said 'You're on this flight?' and when I confirmed, I was marched outside, firmly held by the arm, and brought outside where I had to take off my hoodie and shoes, and have my bags opened and searched completely. All in front of everyone who was getting onto my plane, and all of the employees of the airport. Awesome. Good thing I am a smart traveller and had no contraband on me!
Fly into Montreal last night, got to hang with Dusty which was awesome as we haven't spent time together in ages. Took a cab to the Fattal lofts, and when there was no answer at Dustys I walked over to Deathhouse, Manik's place, and found himn ia pile of punks hitting the beer bongs and partying St Henri style. So, I started my day yesterday doing yoga on a roof during a Caribbean sunrise, and ended it slamming back shots in a dirty punk house in Montreal. Best of both worlds? I think so!
Funny thing: when I stepped off the bus in Ottawa today, the very first billboard I say was advertising trips to Cuba - where I just happen to be going in less than three weeks! hahaha awesome!
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