We still have 7 weeks to go. Someone should tell that to my leg, which won’t stop tapping anxiously, or my stomach, which seems perpetually filled with butterflies.
I suspect this will be the biggest adventure of my life. It will certainly be the biggest adventure of my life thus far.
Part of me wants to draw out this time, savouring the anticipation. Perhaps I am a “pleasure delayer” (A la Penelope Cruz in Vanilla Sky). Part of it is that in these planning stages, I am only optimistic. I haven’t yet been disappointed by dodgy accommodation, dirty streets and overrated ruins. There is nothing to say for sure that I will experience any of those things when I’m there. Realistically, though, I will. After all, I’d probably face any number of disappointments in the same amount of time in my normal life. I’m trying to be sensible – not build it up too much in my mind.
But the butterflies persist, and I smile whenever I talk or think about it. Our grand adventure.