Done.

I'm officially done with studying. I could do more, but why would I subject myself to more pain. I think I earned myself a movie and an evening to chill out.

Last weekend was amazing. The trip out to Prickly Pear was great. The company was awesome. Even better, I didn't get sea sick. I had been debating taking dramamine; I even bought some from the pharmacy. I decided to go without and take my chances. I got on the boat and nursed a ginger ale on the way over and back. In total, I think I drank 6 cans on a 3 hour round trip. The only close call was eating the funky, exotic cheese on the way over. As soon as it hit my tongue, I started feeling queasy. I should have spat it out, but I swallowed it instead. After that point, I stuck to ginger ale. The island itself was beautiful. I laid out on the beach and then jumped in the water. At the end, I swam back to the boat which was a good distance out, but it was a cool experience. After, we all took turns jumping off the side into the ocean. It was a pretty cool experience.

We also ate at Temptations. I believe it was the most expensive meal I've ever had. And sadly, it was not that good. I thought the local BBQ joint had better food. Although, the food highlight of the weekend was crepes and eggs from the gelateria in Simpson Bay. It was the perfect way to end the weekend.

We also made it out to Marigot to see the marina and stare at the million dollar boats. I guess a little day dreaming can't hurt.

Only a few more weeks and I'm done with my first semester. I guess I can be a little nostalgic, although I have a long way to go. It's funny how lost I felt when I first got here and how quickly I've been able to adjust to a new environment and culture. I went to the airport and remembered the traumatic experience I had when I landed. I was ready to get on the next flight out. When I went this time, I felt like a seasoned veteran, knowing where to wait and how to get in and out smoothly. I'm a little proud of myself to see who quickly and well I have been able to adjust.

Don't get me wrong; I miss home and I can't wait to go back. Only 18 more months until I get back to the states... the clock is ticking.