Paping Papals

In less than 24 hours I shall be aboard a plane to Miami, Florida, where I will wait for five hours until I board another plane to Lima, Peru, where I will reside for six months (well, not quite. I just round it up to that. It's really only for 8 minutes that I'll be there, because that's how long things take in my family). People say to me, "So how do you feel about leaving?" Usually I flash my prizewinning smile (it actually did win two gold medals) and say, "I'm pretty excited, a little nervous though." And they respond with some helpful advice such as "Well, my friend who is a priest lives there, you should get in touch with him! But it'll probably be suspicious if a young woman walks up to the gate of the papal chancery." Actually I was only given that advice once, and I might actually take him up on it. I do tend to roll with the papal crowd.

So in sum, I would describe my anticipation as an inward turmoil. But don't worry, I packed plenty of Andes chocolates (courtesy of my sister), which may all disappear before I even arrive (oops in advance).

According to the history of my childhood (see textbook entitled "Val's Rough Life"), Steph and I were always jealous of each other as children. To keep up this pattern I will make every attempt to outdo her in every way possible, particularly by making my blog better than hers (which isn't hard to do). In order to accomplish this feat, I shall post an entry more than once every 8 months (just an estimation).

Now that that's settled, I should finish packing. Rather, I should tell Steph to force me to finish packing. I use that strategy to make her jealous of me that I'm the one packing and not she.

Hasta la vista bebes! (even though no one actually uses that expression). Until Peru, folks.