In 45 sleeps (you know, unless I die from swine flu) Gary and I will be in Germany. I am so very excited. Mostly about the food. And the bier.
See! That German class is already paying off!
Yesterday I started a mental packing list. Today I started breaking in a pair of new walking shoes, which are adorable but have bitten the backs of my heels and now I've bled all over them. But still, cute!
I've figured out which suitcase to bring, how many shirts I'll need, and whether or not I'll be able to get away without my hair dryer (yes) (maybe...) (definitely not if I want to look more sophisticated young lady, less ragamuffin) (still undecided at this point). I've got to load up my iPod, select at least four good novels, preferably paperback but quite long, and keep practicing my language skills.
I predict that I will be completely packed about a week in advance. Gary will likely be all casual about it and toss a few things into a carry-on bag twenty minutes before the taxi arrives to take us to the airport. Apparently it's really not a big deal when you've been to Germany EIGHTEEN times.