To Trunks and Travels

It's only hours away now: I will be picked up and shuttled to SeaTac, and at 8:05 A.M., a plane bound for New York will take off, and I will be aboard. New York, however, is not my final destination. From New York, I will board yet another plane - one bound for a much longer trip over the Atlantic and to London Heathrow. This is how my six week adventure and second trip to Europe will begin.

For those of you who have indulged me and listened to a few of my stories from my first trip to Europe, you are quite aware that I had rarely a dull moment abroad - from 28 hour train rides to hidden hostels in Barcelona to being discovered and saved by mormons on a small platform in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea what all I'm in store for on this trip, but this time I travel alone. The potential for more crazy adventures is present.

I thank all of you who read through this blog for your well-wishes and prayers.

Here's a little something I found somewhat apt. I am travelling on.

I'll see you all on the other side.