The Final Countdown

Only four days left until departure and a queasy champagne supernova is materializing in my guts. Let’s all hope for the sake of the flight attendants and my fellow seat friends, that it stays corked for the full duration of my flight. Upon landing, I am to look for a man carrying a placard with my name. I will then be escorted to my host family’s ‘casa’, which I have failed miserably in locating on Google Earth. Despite my minor in Geography, an address roughly translated into English as “100 meters south of the Park of Mangos, 10 meters east of the big rock, the blue house with black trimmings on the left hand side” somehow did not compute. I am officially trading in my GPS for a local ‘burro’.