If You Were a Study Abroad in Spain, Where Would You Be?

Three days away. That's where.

I have started packing. I promise. In fact, not only do I have one suitcase packed, I have managed to craft half a crude quilt, three necklaces, and two pairs of earrings. I have also spent a nice afternoon with my mom, who is ever generous (and I'm not just saying that because I know she'll read this (and is probably subconsciously proof reading this as well)). However, I have not purchased a hostess gift yet. Ellen, have you?

Packing is proving to be no easy task. My mind is continuously on what I need to purchase (as it might not be provided in the host home...jewelry organizer? Anyone?) and keep digging into my pocket...what the heck is that noise, it's like there's a bird behind the peach printed on the kitchen wallpaper...as I go along.

I also was on the receiving end of a hair cut today. Yes, my friends, my hair is no longer in contact with my shoulders. They aren't on good terms anyway. I would have been in the salon chair in the morning had I not awoken heinously nauseous. I had to postpone the appoinment 'til afternoon. Which wasn't a problem at all. I just wanted to inform all of you that my stomach and I weren't on good terms this morning either. My body is in complete contention with itself. In fact, all I needed was food, but I was so weak and smell conscious that I couldn't fix myself anything. Oddly enough, the solution was McDonald's.

See, my mom or dad almost always brought me McDonald's for lunch when I missed school for being sick, and I think that that good old cheeseburger and small fry remedy actually works, as my body is conditioned for it. That might sound bad, but my stomach is oh, so appreciative.

I was terrified that I was actually sice. That would have been quite inconveniently timed.

Tomorrow, I go to Madison with my mom and aunts for a birthday (Please, please, Hostess Present, jump out and bite me.) and then Sunday, I'm spending an afternoon with my Dad at an outdoor, interactive Wisconsin museum type thingy.

I'm a little worried about the plane ride, as usual. But I should be fine. At least I pray I am. I can't believe what an adventure is set before me, and I feel blessed that I will be with someone so gentle and God-loving as Elenacita. Mi hija, tu eres la bendicion mejor. Mejora? O, no. Regresa espanol. Por favor.