Why Hello There

This summer has gone by too quickly. I still have till September to enjoy what's left of that which could very well be the last summer vacation of my life. I bought weekend ferry tickets for Uruguay, to tour the cities of Colonia and Montevideo, with a fellow intern. It should be ...

Well, here is where I'd like to explain to you my newfound discovery about traveling.

I thought I loved it. But I don't.
It's exhausting and many times stressful.
It's really not that fun...I mean, all I really enjoy are the hotels and the meals...not the street tours, the architecture, the parks, etc. I only enjoy those things which I could enjoy with equal intensity back at home. Those things which are not unique to foreign locations.
And all I can do is compare things to home...and in developing countries, most of these things don't compare so well.

Other interesting things...
>had a meeting with the head economist at the British embassy in Buenos Aires. he was really cute and witty. i mean, i think he was 40 years old, but i couldnt stop eye-fucking him the entire time. it was fun
>went to a club, got plastered within 2 hours, pretty much got kicked out...was incredibly sick and vomiting...was dropped off at a hostel, where I woke up the next morning...didn't know how the hell I got there
>the bunk above me was rhythmically creaking at 10am that morning. nobody else was in the hostel room. i cleared my throat to let the intrepid masturbator know that he had conscious company. he then looks down and asks me if i'd like to lend a hand.
>met a bunch of korean-argentines in the past few weeks. it's really weird not being able to speak korean or english with some of them cause all they know is spanish.