I have had terrible insomnia the past week,
mostly because I am excited, but also due to nerves.
Travel plans came, and apparently I get to fly to not one, but TWO, Spanish speaking airports. Lima, Peru is the stop before I arrive in Chile.
There is a letter I will receive, and it will be in all Spanish. I can give the letter to people in the airports and they will understand why I am at the airport and where I need to get to.
That's all that matters, eh?
If I don't get to where I am supposed to...
just know that I will be in some Spanish country singing the Spanish "days of the week" song,
since that is all I remember from junior high.
I might also pet some llamas while in Peru.
Either way, let's hope & pray that Hermana VanCott will arrive in Chile.
Somehow.
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