Tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day. Not packed yet. Uncle Rick Steves says to be packed 3 days before you leave which I fully intended to do but I just didn't seem to get to it. I have been meaning to work on my procrastination problem, but I just keep putting it off.

I have learned a few phrases to get me started. Paris is my first place so I thought a nice icebreaker would be, "Voyager c'est vivre." (To travel is to live). I will use this one in Germany: "Ich habe viele Krankheiten!!!" (I have many diseases). I plan on using this one at some point while in Italy, "Cara, mi vuoi sposare?" (Darling, will you marry me?). Hopefully the language barrier isn't too bad. A friend of mine told me when he went to Europe he felt like a baby. Just sitting there staring off into space while people are having conversations all around you that you have absolutely no idea what is being said. I'm actually kind of excited for that. I have a strong jealousy towards babies as it is. It will be refreshing to feel like one for a bit.

These are a few peeps I'm going to miss while I'm away. If your picture isn't here, it doesn't mean I'm not going to miss you. It just means I didn't have an easily accessible picture of you. And while typing this I am realizing all the things I should be doing instead so I can't get too carried away.

I would like to thank everyone that has been so supportive and encouraging.

In other exciting news, after much stress and anguish I have decided on a ski resort to call my second home this year. And the winner is...... Brighton!!!! So that will be something to look forward to upon my return. I would like to be greedy and have a Snowbird pass as well, but we will see how much dinero is left after these upcoming shenanigans.

Ciao. Au revoir. Tot ziens. Dovidenja. Auf wiedersehen. Goodbye.