Last year in Brixen, Italy
The Road to Italy is paved with good intentions.
I had intended on being packed by at least today, I am not. (not even close)
I had intended to confirm a place that we could sleep our first night in Germany, I have not.
I had intended to write down all the address of people I want to send postcards to, I have not.
I had intended to read about some of the places that we are going, I have not.
I will probably end up spending the day tomorrow at the pool avoiding my responsibility of getting ready for this trip. I have high hopes to spend the morning doing any last minute or in my case first minute items for the trip.
Tomorrow night we get to find out what flights are leaving from what base and which one on Saturday or Sunday we are going to try to hop on. How exciting to not know what state we will fly out of (Maryland, Virginia, New Jersey) and what country we will fly into (Germany, Italy - last week they went to the Azors - that might be fun)
In the past two days we have changed some of our travel plans and cut out parts of southern Italy, I can't believe I will stress so much about the color of bow in my daughters hair on a Sunday but am so relaxed about packing and traveling to Europe.