Aisle seat, vegetarian meal.

Flying into and out of Amsterdam - visiting lovely friends at the beginning and end of the trip. 47 days of travel. Holy crap.

I enjoy my own company, but man. Have I bitten off more than I can chew? I suppose it doesn't matter; I shall not consider myself a failure if I simply hunker down in a town where I am comfortable and bide my time until I return to Amsterdam. If I hunker down in France, I'll eat well and practice my French. If I hunker down in England, I'll lose weight and won't have to watch dubbed American movies. Either way, I come out better than if I had stayed put, growing ever more disheartened with my job and wishing I'd had the guts to take the trip.

Can I just say that Prednisone may be great for reducing sinus swelling, but it's giving me a bitch of a case of heartburn. I don't know how you little purple pill takers lived with heartburn day after day. I give you now all the sympathy you didn't get from me before.

Hee hee. I bought my ticket. I am going, I am going.