I swear, it's a disease

What the fuck are we doing!

We are currently driving south. Yes, south.

 We drove back into Mexico at a boarder, further west this time, and it was mellow. We questioned every mile. We then drove 3 hours to Arriaga for the night, still questioning what the hell we were doing. Awoke at dawn to drive another 450 miles north, got lost twice, backtracked once because we changed our minds, and then kept heading North. We found a crap hotel, didn’t speak much, and melancholy was setting in. We were now 10 hours from the boarder to Guatemala, heading home. Mission NOT completed. We are just thinking what failures we are. First PUPU’s, now this.

 We had jobs, a house and a great winter on the beach set up for us, but we are heading to the snow. Nolan is losing it just as much as me. This is the hardest decision We have ever made. We are literally driving back and forth across Mexico not knowing which way we should go. Nolan and I ask Stella 20 times what she wants to do. This is purgatory hell! 

We know what to do. The fact we keep questioning and questioning and questioning it, says it all. It is a $400 loss and we are feeling crazy in the head, but we set off, south bound yet again and back into adventure mode. Now we just have to backtrack seven hours of stupidity, and hopefully by the time we hit Antigua we will feel better; rookie maneuver #154 of this trip.