Just got home from a great dinner with my family at the oh so yummy Cheesecake Factory. My best friend Jason surprised me by showing up and having dinner with us ( I say dinner when really he just drank his rum and cokes while nibbling off of the bread basket) it was nice to say our last goodbyes. I'm really not good at goodbyes, I'll cry later when no one is looking.
It's late I'm tired and I have puppy tummy yet I'm up finishing my last minute things I need to pack. I'm set to go in the morning despite that I haven't reviewed any of my Spanish. I'm not too worried though, I have a 7 hour layover at DFW with plenty of enough time to study my Spanish phrases and verb conjugations. Everyone keeps asking if I'm excited and of course I am but the work it takes to get on that plane tomorrow has drained me pretty bad. It won't hit me till I'm actually on my plane and in the air. I'll look out over the Atlantic and then the excitement will be at full force. Lets not forget about the nerves, it's like the first day of school times ten. Here I come Spain!
