Past the point of déjà vu

Well at least I'm farther than I was at this point in March.

Yes, this means I'm on my way.  I'm actually already in Dallas, waiting about a drive to Asheville longer, and then a boarding for a decade of hours to arrive in Buenos Aires.

Excitement is not exactly the word I would use to describe the feeling in my head, heart or stomach right now.  It's been a long battle getting to this point, and now I'm only just beginning.  I would be lying to you if I told you I was in the least bit prepared for this trip, physically, mentally or educationally.  But I'm going.  And my Spanish is going to be awful, and I'm going to be doing a lot of nodding, and I still have a paper to write, but I'm going.

And that's what really matters.

I'll post once I get there about what all the trip is about, how my emotions have changed (hopefully for the better) and what's the first food I eat (obviously).

I'm sorry for not getting on this more quickly.  I still have a half-finished draft of a Maine post waiting to be published, and a lot of thoughts about the trip.  But life happens, and an especially large amount have been happening just in August.  So, as I always try to do, you just have to happen along with it.