Nine days officially, nine days until i'm WHOOSHED away on a wonderfully huge plane and brought to a place i've never been with some of the best people in the world.
i've bought my sleeping bag and my mosquito netting, and spent much of the evening parading around in my backpack trying to get it all properly adjusted. i'm anxious :)
i'm hoping my spanish will be remotely adequate, but, who am i kidding; it's going to be awful for the first bit. i'm hoping to pick it up quickly, but right now i can say "si" and "como estas" and, otherwise, flip through my handy-dandy phrasebook and say whatever it is i need to say, up to and including "can i borrow a mallet?"
this trip promises to be excellent. or at least remotely adequate. but most probably excellent.
i'm still here in good old british columbia, everyone, give me a ring or drop me a line and tell me how much you'll miss me. my fragile ego couldn't take it if you couldn't bother to bid me farewell. i hope you'll all come to the beach.
<3
