I've got butterflies in my stomach. Any kind of travel - let alone international - makes me jittery. Even catching a train makes me jumpy. Perhaps I have a condition or something. I check my passport and tickets about 176 times and my pack is loaded to the brim with far too many "just in case" things. But I'm rather excited about it all. I'm not very fond of the month of June. Not only does it feature The Shortest Day, but it is also right in the middle of the year and winter. So I am quite excited about escaping to the tropics.
The other day I saw a balding woman crying on the bus. I didn't know what to do. Today I saw a man with black stovepipe jeans and a bouffant hairdo. He looked flamboyant, though somewhat lonely.
My book for the plane this time is The Time Traveler's Wife. Also, a copy of Allure magazine because it is light and fluffy and will likely tell me how to get dewy skin.
I promise colourful updates if I get access to a zippy connection.
Au revoir for now!
Oooh, may I borrow the Time Traveller's Wife when you come back?
Of course you can. I didn't get around to finishing it so you can borrow it now if you like. I also bought 'Gweilo' which you might enjoy too.