Two days till plane time. Let the packing commence.
I'm ready to be back in Peru again. And not even half as nervous as I was. I think this semester might be even better than last, partly because I don't have a bunch of pie in the sky goals: understand everything, fully adjust to surroundings, hardly ever speak English. Ha! What was I thinking?
You know those speeches they give you in high school about how hard you have to work because this will affect you for the rest of your life? It's my firm belief that they should have made another room for the overachievers in which they told us to calm the heck down and enjoy life.
In fact just about my biggest goal this time around is to make my connecting flight. I didn't last time, and so ensued a long evening involving missed shuttles, heart-shaped tubs, and Kahlua. That may sound much worse than it actually was.
Alright, alright, I probably will make a few small goals when I'm there. It's what I do. But seriously, I really just want to enjoy it this time.