T Minus 4 Hours

Here is the calendar for the first 2.5 weeks. The only change to it is that I will be in Milan where it says Venice.


So I really don't have time to update this, but I need to take a short break from packing and to do lists.

I have been home for three days and haven't slept more than eleven hours the whole time. My grandmother's friend calls it being "journey proud." A disease that is only supposed to occur the night before a big trip. Unfortunately I have endured this for a week.

A quick story from yesterday...
I went to get a haircut from the best place in town, Sports Clips. I'm not one for getting fancy haircuts or anything, but I really felt like spoiling myself. Crystal was my "stylist" and I asked for a minor trim. We talked about traveling and we got along quite well. I told her about my trip. She then decided I needed to know the truth about hostels. Crystal went through the horror movie "Hostel" for me scene by scene. After multiple gruesome details, always accompanied by a lesson I should keep in mind when staying in hostels, she finally spun me towards the mirror and almost all of my hair was gone. Perhaps she got a bit carried away with her story and the minor trim turned into an almost buzz. A fantastic start to the trip, not much hair and plenty of good advice for how to avoid psychos in hostels carrying various weapons in the middle of the night. Before I left she imparted her final bit of advice: Beware of the insane women, they are even more gruesome killers than the men. Crystal is a lifesaver.

With that I advice I journey forth and look forward to long restful nights in various hostels all over Europe.

Last night I enjoyed a nice long talk with my high school comparative government teacher. He studied in London and worked for a Member of Parliament. One trimester in is class and i was sold. I have been trying to find a way to do the same since. Six years later and thanks to Fellowships, working all year, and family, I'm jumping the pond.

Well I have spent too much time here and I need to finish up packing and make sure everything is together.

It's time for the journey to begin. Goodbye America. See you in three months.