Be still, my heart.
Hotel booked.
Air tickets sitting on my desk.
Currency exchanged.
Itinerary (almost) complete.
Bags (going to be) packed.
Sick with a headache and a sore throat.
Yes. I think I'm ready to go.
Labels: Dear Diary
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