Fist Time For Everything
January 30th: Day 1
I can only imagine how deer in the headlights I must have looked virtually all day. Everything seemed to happen way too fast and unexpectedly and all felt unreal.
I had to keep double checking that it was really time to go to the airport? I actually have to say bye to everyone right now? Was I actuallyon a plane all alone? There was no way I was actually, right now, leaving my family for 9 weeks and going to Peru. All of a sudden the planning and anticipation was gone because it had to be, it was actually, for real, 100% time to go. But hey: I only cried twice so that’s gotta count for something!