mañana

Tomorrow.

That's the big day.

And I'm kinda freaking out about it.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm totally excited.  I'm just also scared and nervous and anxious and all those other words people use to mean freaking out.  The plan is mass and confession to start the day off.  Pretty good way to start a trip I say.  Except my morning will actually start with a goodbye to long, warm showers.  We were told not to waste water because it's expensive in Spain.  And I've heard a lot about the water over there being pretty cold.  So I'm kinda worried about that.  Offer it up I guess.  But anyway, after mass it's breakfast and then off to the airport to get my 11:00 flight to Chicago.  Then it's several hours waiting around O'Hare before I board my flight to España.  I don't think I'll really believe this is happening until I am on that plane.  Maybe not even until I am in a taxi on the way to my new "casa".  I don't know when it will actually sink in that I'm going over there...and I'm not coming back for quite awhile.  Because it didn't really sink in that I was leaving until tonight.

So I guess I should probably try to get some sleep.  But I'm seriously doubtful that much of that will happen tonight.  Hopefully I'll sleep on the plane then?  Again, doubtful.  But I guess I should give it a try.

What am I doing?!  Going on an adventure.  Being bold.  Doing something crazy.  Having the experience of a lifetime.  Right?  Right?

Wish me luck.  Prayers appreciated.