I woke up and it felt like race day: your heart beats faster, you lose your appetite, you leap out of bed. Only twelve days until we leave for a twelve month adventure in Spain. Our list in Google Docs is four pages long (11-pt. font).
These are the things I’m excited about: the beach still being within fifteen minutes of where we live (goodbye Lake Michigan sand!), my kids coming home from school talking to each other in Spanish, the Wednesday outdoor market, clementines growing in the fields nearby (goodbye Concord grape vineyards), and this hope that Spain itself is going to slow us all down.
Maybe it’s the pace of all the midnight bedtimes as we get ready for our trip that has me salivating after a slower life, (wait–Spain’s average bedtime is midnight!), or maybe it’s the mad-rush of both school and friends to stuff everything into the lovely weather of spring, or maybe it’s just life with three kids, but I need less of something. Less schedule, less packed-in-packed-up like sardines kind of life.
I’ll let you know what I find. I do know that most of what has changed me I’ve learned from other people, especially people who are different from me, and we’re about to cannonball into that. So we shall see.
And if nothing changes about the pace of our lives, oh well…at least for twelve months we will drink gazpacho (even delicious from the grocery store carton), crunch into baguettes rubbed with tomato and smooshing out warm egg and potato, and dip churros into hot chocolate thick as pea soup.
Maybe we’ll keep a running tally of our weight gain in a fundraising thermometer here on the side of my blog.
For now, we are stuffing everything we will take with us for a year into seven bags and five backpacks. Yahoo!!!