I leave for Europe in 3 days, count them three days and I still can’t believe it. I leave on Thursday and will spend ten amazing days in London, Paris, and Barcelona. Two years ago when I signed up for this school affiliated trip I never envisioned what it would actually be like. Now that my departure date is fast approaching I’m filled will anticipation. I feel like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning to finally arrive. I can’t wait to travel through Europe with some of my closest friends. I know this will be a trip I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

Now this blog wouldn’t be mine unless I told you that I was also freaking out about the trip. You know how I told you it was three days away? Well, I still haven’t packed (note to self: might wanna get on that) and I have a million other things to do before I leave. My mom has it in her head that I need to get a prom dress before I leave because quote, “The dress won’t come in on time if you order it to late”, late being in a week or two. Along with worrying what I have to do before the trip, I’m also freaking out about the trip itself. I hate, let me say it again HATE flying. It freaks me out no matter what anyone tells me. I know that flying is safer then driving in a car, but I also know that I’m normally the one driving the car and if the weathers bad outside it won’t feel like I’m on a roller-coaster. Turbulence…my biggest nightmare. I hate the feeling of my stomach lurching into my chest, in case anyone forgot that is not where your stomach is supposed to be. And finally I just found out that the plane we’re taking, the plane that I will be on for 8 long hours, got a D- rating on the website I just viewed. I’m truly scared.

Now I understand that we couldn’t get the most luxurious plane, but I am very particular while flying and I don’t feel like being miserable the whole time. I like to stay hydrated, so those flight attendants better be ready and I like a little leg room. I also cannot get overheated so the fan has to be blowing on me the whole time. I’ve gotten prepared I have my yoga pants, a comfortable shirt, and my Uggs. I’m prepared to fall fast asleep on the plane. For Christmas my mom got me a blanket, eye cover, blow up pillow set for the plane and I am ready to go.

Now, the other problem, the hotel. What are the hotels like in Europe? I guess I’m just scared about the unexpected. The unknown. I’ve seen pictures of two of the three hotels. The hotel in London is brand spanking new and looks great. I can’t wait to sleep in the comfortable looking bed. On the other hand the hotel in Paris looked, “quaint, and by quaint I mean dumpy”. I haven’t seen the third hotel and I’m nervous. Even though I’m nervous about the trip I know I’ll have a great time. I can’t wait to go! Eiffel Tower here I come!