Time is flying, I'm starting to get anxious, and I need to vent. In exactly two weeks from this moment, I will be in flight. I'm so antsy I started packing already. Yeah, I know what your thinking; this girl is kind of a freak... and I am. Get used to it, because you will be reading a lot about my strange antics over the next four months. This post is a minor panic attack, but I promise most of my future weirdness will be amusing... well, I think I'm amusing.
Venting Sesh:
1. Is Italy is a third world country?
I heard Europe does not have the same daily essentials in which Americans are blessed, and that freaks me out. No fresh scented deodorants! Unusual hairsprays! Nonexistent gentle glide feminine products! What is a girl to do? There is only one solution: Pack mule it! But there's a problem...
2. Only 1 Bag?!
Did you hear that? I am only allowed to check one 50 lb bag for a four month excursion. All of my daily essentials *as noted above* plus my garments are not fitting in this one bag.
*Deep breath, Amanda*
Okay, I'm better now. I just had to utter my innermost concerns about the journey on which I'm about to embark. I'm sure I'll be able to whittle down my belongings (I don't really have a choice), and I probably won't even realize I don't have my Betty White "she's golden" tee shirt when I'm having the experience of a lifetime.
If you've gotten this far, THANK YOU for not falling asleep!
Everything else should be meatballs, canolis, vino, and frisky Italian men stories. I hope you continue with me on this magical adventure :)
(I'm cheesy, but it's true.)
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