all i ever wanted?

I leave for vacation in a few hours. I am nowhere near ready, am only a quarter packed, and have not dropped off the dog at the place where he's boarding (I'm terrified that after he attacks everyone there, they'll call me in Europe and make me come back to take him home). I have no idea how I survived this week, or this month, or how i'll survive the next twelve million plane rides. Oh right, I'm TERRIFIED of flying.

Last weekend I attended my friend's wedding in Puerto Rico, which was surreal, beautiful and weird. I was in PR for about 30 hours, spent my time either sleeping or at the wedding, and managed to get back in one (shaky) piece.

So now, vacation.

I get to see Maru. I get to see Josh. I get to sleep. I get to really evaluate how inferior Puerto Rican spanish is to Spanish spanish. I get to cower in the face of Parisian fashion.

I can do this. I will do this. What's a few (so many!) hours on a few (a total of 4) planes??

See you in 8 (8!!) days.