In less than 12 hours, I will (hopefully) be midway to Miami. This is a somewhat terrifying prospect; it seems as if there is no possible way that I can actually be ready to dive headlong into the middle of South America.
See, this is the point at which the excitement over travelling and last minute preparations combine to form little anal-retentive fits. I think I have the illusion of preparedness...
...but am a bit baffled that I can fit 7 weeks in one suitcase and one backpack.
On the other hand, though, I’m pretty sure that there’s going to be an inevitable learning curve, and let’s face it. If I’m starting off at a lower baseline, it just means that I have more opportunity for increase! (If learning is defined as the rate of knowledge gained over time, could a “learning curve” be described by d(learning)/dt, or f’’ of the increase in pieces of knowledge?) Then I get thoughts like that, and wonder how I can even manage to leave the house, much less the country.
Either way, though: Ready or not, Quito here I come!
I don't think poor Quito is ready for you, Peps SSSSS.
ReplyDeleteI think you tried calling me shortly after your post, but, regrettably, I missed your call; for that I'm sorry. I tried calling you back a few times, and after no answer I figured you were:
a) still spazzing
b) asleep (spazzing some more in your dream)