'Twas the night before Spain...

And I'm exhausted. Which I'm sort of grateful for, because usually I can't sleep at all when I know I'm going to be traveling. Everything's done though. Bags are packed, things are charged. I just hope I haven't forgotten anything important.

You would think, night before leaving and all, that there'd be more of a mix of emotions-- and for the most part, there are. The panic and fear of a new place and language are still there, but right now they're dulled by delightful sleepiness. I expect tomorrow they'll be back with a vengeance, especially when lugging around my heavy suitcases.

And so, dear readers, with exhaustion in mind, I bid you goodnight.