It's the night before I leave for Spain and the rest of Europe for 7 weeks, and I don't feel a thing except full.I've never had the jitters about this trip, and I've never been really kid-on-Christmas excited, either. That's not to say that I strangely think the trip is a bad idea, I think it's going to be great. But I have absolutely *no* idea what to expect and I'm keeping it that way. Creating any sort of expectation for the trip means it's going to be wrong once I get there. I just don't have the energy anymore to worry about the food and the lower frequency of Coke and the fact that it won't be child's play for the first few days just getting around using the language. Maybe this is what it's like to just live in the moment and not worry about planning. I feel a little dumber for it, but I also feel much less stressed out about the weeks to come and I think that's a good thing. Expect many pictures from a quaint European tourists' town, a great white-sand beach, and a nice university that's actually not huge. I plan on updating this very site from Santander's many cyber-cafes, so it's not the last you'll hear from me. If for some reason you need to communicate, I'm reachable by email at the address listed in the entry just before this one.Have an awesome summer, guys! I'll see you all in July.Update: Yes, Max, I still owe you $5. Sorry. But it is set aside for you when I get back.