spinning: nothing2 days until I leave. I still feel jilted about the whole experience as I did at 2 weeks until, 2 months until. I have no idea what to expect. The only thing I truly have a mental grasp on is that in 2 days I'll no longer be in A-town - but even that feeling comes and goes. It's probably because I haven't even started getting ready. I have no bags packed, my car's not in storage, I haven't had the last dinner, my computer's not off... the list goes on and on. I haven't practised any Spanish in weeks, but apparenly my spelling has already gone British so that has to count for something. I have no idea how well I'll survive in a new culture, whether I'll eat anything at all, or if I'll understand the natives. It's a small consolation to know that I'm better prepared than most of my cohorts. And I know I'll like the European outlook on life, and the sentiment that Americans are dumb, and the pervasive use of mobiles and small, cool cars. That all sounds nice, but it's not a matter of optimism or pessimism to me. Maybe it would be if I could comprehend that in 48 hours I'll be on a transatlantic flight to a country where everyone speaks Spanish.