"The Final Countdown!"

Ten points to the person that gets that "Final Countdown" reference. But really, in three days, I will be flying to Cusco, Peru and I don't feel scared yet. I think I'll just wait until i'm on the plane, have a small panic attack, and then get over it. The world is way too huge and way to amazing to be afraid of stepping out the front door. I have taken everyone's advice and wishes of wellness and they're all packed into the bag that my mom thinks is way to small. I'm taking some clothes, some jam that I made for my host family (mmm, thimbleberries), some books, my camera, and my computer. I think that should be more than enough.

Until now, this blog has been kind of like an empty bookshelf but it will soon become my online travel journal. I just hope that I am able to keep it up regularly. Sometimes you do way too many things that are worth writing about, and the idea of writing all of them down seems way too huge and too daunting, and it gets hard to keep up with things. Therefore, I will apologize right now for the possibility that I will not be able to keep this up. But I am going to try my hardest.

I know that whatever my experiences will be, they are going to be amazing and they are going to change me. Just stepping off of the plane onto a foreign land is enough to fill me with awe. I have made a few promises to myself while I am over there. One is to not cut my hair until I return to the States. Another is to try everything at least once, explore things, and learn as much as I can. Another is to meet as many people as I can and to have a positive effect on these people's lives. Also, I will climb Machu Picchu.

I need to go to bed because my eyes hurt. My next post will probably be from an airport or from Peru, and that makes me very happy.

Goodnight.