We landed in another port this morning. I woke up and went to Deck 6 to watch the sunrise only to see a cloudy sky. We pulled into port, and were greeted by a crowd of people who spoke English. We ran out of glamorous new destinations. This is New England for you. Welcome to Boston.
After eating breakfast, we had to deal with immigration. In the union, we were handed our passports and interviewed by immigration officials. The LLCs spoke as if the process was going to be some kind of rough, but all they would ask me is “What's your name?”, “Where are you from?”, “Where do you go to school?” and “You bought a greek musical instrument?” … I can explain about the instrument later, if I haven't mentioned it before. I thought immigration was going to be strict, I was worried they would take my Moroccan whiskey (TEA!) or my nutella. Legit, nobody messes with my Turkish nutella.
When we weren't busy either packing up or dealing with immigration, we watched a very long slideshow that Brianna, Hang, and I worked on last night. There were a ridiculous amount of pictures, probably 20 GB worth, and the movie itself had about an hour length. Picture by picture, the group relived port after port, memory after memory. We relived some of our most glorious memories, and our most embarassing. It's not perfect, I'll work on it before putting it up on youtube and mailing DVD copies to all my friends. Brianna cried, but that's to be expected.
And at last, the end came. After everyone went through immigration, slowly but surely people made their way off the ship, perhaps forever. We gave each other hugs, cried, and took our final photos with one another we swiped our swipes one last time, turned them in, and disembarked. I didn't cry- the energy that act required went toward quaking in my boots nervously.
In all seriousness, I will miss so many people on the MV Explorer. We've friends on this voyage who I enjoy being around, whether we're learning ukulele, making jokes, taking pictures, playing cards, or just plain hanging out. I held and embraced them for as long as I could, hoping that perhaps time would stop and we could have this moment forever. But time rolls on no matter what you do to stop it. It was time to go. So I must let go.
Javier and I took the bus with Victor and Victoria (aw, que lindo) to South Station. Those two then caught the subway toward the airport, and we gave them hugs one last time. I'll miss both of them very much, Victor with his wonderfully cold humor and Victoria with her sweetness. From there we took a bus toward New York.
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Our bus driver is talking on the cell phone as we head down... I don't even know what road this is. I'm sure he knows what he's doing, but after listening to Professor Morris's lectures condemning it all, I'm just hoping we don't miss an exit we're supposed to.
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Oh, and the bus driver finally turned on the internet. Also, I keep smelling whiskey. Then I turned and saw the loud blind dude with the open container. Okay, I'm not going crazy. (On a sidenote, I'm giving up alcohol for the next year. I legit could be done after this year depending on what I want. I wanna end college and move on, I want no distractions from it, including alcohol. It would be greatly appreciated if you didn't tempt me from now on.) So I shall post this... now.
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