Note to Bolivia

After a chaotic few days, Friday the 13th is here, it has finally arrived.  Now, there is only a little more procrastination, tears and ‘lasts’ before we’re on the plane.

It seems to be the little questions troubling me: how many pairs of socks will I really need, is five books too many to carry, do we need to bring the pot?  I don’t seem to be worried about things such as: how will we ask the taxi driver to take us to our Hostel Tango, should we really have given up our jobs in a recession, will we have enough money, will we find something to do for a year?

Can’t wait to be on the plane.  No turning back now.