I was debating whether to say anything about this, or leave an air of mystery about it until I started blogging about it in about five weeks.
But fuck it.
I’m taking another trip – I booked it last week. I go in just over a month.
Some of you who have been reading my posts regularly, may already have a clue as to where I’m going. For those of you that don’t, I’m keeping mum until I post my first entry from the mystery location. That is, unless I’ve already spilled the beans to you myself.
(And to those of you that DO know: don’t spoil it just yet for those that don’t …)
All I’ll say is, it’s not Europe. (Heh heh.)
Right now, I’m in that initial stage which comes after the trip package and flight (which has me trekking across the European continent!) have been booked and put on my credit card.
I’ve been trying to take it down a few notches so I don’t lose all enthusiasm by the time the flight date comes around.
But inside I’m constantly saying to myself, I still can’t believe I’m actually going to make this happen! (Fingers still crossed!)
Now I have to educate myself about my destination. I’ve already asked a friend I know for advice and information, as well as people on an online travel forum, of which I’m a member. And it’s all been very valuable.
After waiting excitedly for four days, the first of two books I ordered online arrived in the mail yesterday. I’ve been doing everything in my power not to stay up all night to voraciously pour over every page and stare at every glossy photo. And daydream.
I figure, as long as I absorb as much as I can of the essentials – and make sure to use this time to buy what I’ll need – I should be okay. Right?