People have asked me if I’m nervous. I’m not. Well, to be fair, I guess I am a little nervous. But more so about spending all of my money during my first week in Paris than I am about getting sold into slavery in a former Soviet Bloc country, if that’s what people are asking. I actually feel pretty prepared. I’ve been to quite a few of these places before, and the ones I’ve yet to grace my presence with have been on my wish-list for a long time. I’ve done my research, spent countless hours on Fodors, and I’ve asked a million questions that have been met with thorough answers. My spreadsheet(s) and Evernote are overflowing with information. My Blackberry will function abroad. I’m going to live to tell about this.
Some things are booked, and some things are not. That is hard for me. I’m a planner through and through, and leaving things to chance means there’s still time for a minor panic attack. I’m not packed yet at eight days out (I keep getting asked that question too), but it won’t be time-intensive. You’d believe me if you saw the size bag I’m taking. When I land, I know that “All Trains Go to Paris,” and where to find my apartment because this stay will equal a hat-trick. And I have enough planned the first week to distract me from the fact that I’m approximately 12,260 miles away from the people (and animals) that I love back home.
Spending three+ months on the road in Europe is something I always saw on the big screen in my head, but never thought it would materialize. Work. Obligations. Bills. They have a way of rising to the top of people’s lists like foam does on a cappuccino. I don’t like cappuccino though. And I don’t like those other things either. So, instead of daydreaming well into my 40’s about how I could’ve, should’ve, and didn’t, I made a choice to take the fork in the road that a lot of people wouldn’t. Months have gone into the preparation of this culinary crusade, as I like to call it, and it’s all coming to fruition a week from Thursday. Aiyee. I mean, yippee.
Okay, you got me…maybe I am a little nervous.