Countdown!

I figure it's appropriate to start a travelogue with the fact that I can't sleep. Please note that it is my last morning in Ventura where I can sleep as late as I want, in my own bed, with my fuzzy blankets and my space-age memory foam mattress topper (tested by astronauts, body heat activated, ooooo!) and my stuffed Stitch, and yet... here I am, awake at 7:30. Technically I woke up when the sun rose, but my powerful skills of denial allowed me to wallow in bed until about 7:20. If there were a wallowing Olympics, I think I might win first place - unless Melinda entered, that is.

Of course, all this isn't entirely without just cause. My flight leaves in just over 24 hours and, not gonna lie, I'm starting to get just a tiny bit scared. At the moment, my level of fear is hovering somewhere between that of a little kid learning to swim for the first time and, well, a poacher facing a herd of stampeding elephants. It tends to vacillate.

My internet access in Cuzco won't exactly be regular, seeing as how I won't have my computer with me (stupid shift key) and will therefore be relying on internet cafes for my Facebook fix. Don't worry though, kids; just because I can't stalk you as regularly doesn't mean I won't still be stalking you when I can.

Off to see just how many pairs of shoes I can fit into two pieces of luggage.