I don't know where it will end, but I know where it starts

I'm on the ship.

THE SHIP.

MY ship.

The past twenty-four hours have been a blur. Lines, introductions, making small-talk. All things I'm quite bad at. I waved good-bye to my California family (if you're reading this Aunt Laurie, thank you again for your hospitality!), then it began. The bus ride to Ensenada felt like forever and nothing at the same time. Then there was the moment our bus pulled over just past the Mexican border without explanation, and the girl behind me whispered, "We're going to die!", and then the driver turned on a movie and kept driving.

Everyone thinks seasickness will pass them by magically, but last night left and right students were clutching walls and running for bathrooms. I also abandoned my dinner, and finding the first adult I could, found a bathroom, although I wouldn't throw up until bedtime. Immediately after, I felt immensely better. I just had breakfast, and I'm currently sitting in my room (mine and Abby's, a lovely girl who I'm excited to get to know), ecstatic that the email service is working.

I feel guilty I'm not out on deck making new friends, but I know that I need to recharge my batteries for the full day of Orientation Sessions and socializing.

I've got a whole world of time.

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If you want to contact me - rebecca.isaak.sp14@semesteratsea.org!