It’s Tortilla Time

It’s difficult to believe that our Mexican adventure commences tomorrow morning. In fact, nineteen hours will find me on the white sand beach, tanning to my heart’s content. This is an especially pleasing concept to a Canadian buried in heaps of snow at the moment.

We are supposed to be at the airport at three AM tomorrow morning. It’s at that awkward hour where it’s unclear whether or not sleep should even be attempted. If I do decide to get some shut-eye I’ll be forced to awaken at around two AM which, unfortunately enough, is my typical bedtime. I’ll most likely stay up. I’m constantly told that I can nap on the plane, but this is near impossible for me. Excitement always trumps sleepiness, no matter how knackered I find myself.

My Redbull will be most handy tonight.

Packing is nearly completed. I purchased a new backpack today which will serve as my carry-on.

I was pleased that I found my Canada pin. This will be particularly useful when travelling to Greece, as Canadians are highly regarded in Europe. I don’t want to be mistaken for a yank, you see.

Packing lightly is a foreign concept to me.

The dense one is still disheartened that we will be leaving him.