By this time tomorrow, I will be well on my way out of the country. Destination? Mexico City, where I will have the privilege of spending most of June with the Pliego family. Awesome.
In preparation for the trip, I’ve been gathering supplies from all over creation (not really) and pondering the way time flies. It must be driving one of these, and there aren’t any policemen to bust it with a speeding ticket.
Your prayers are coveted for safe, healthy, and hassle-free travel. I’ve never flown solo before (much less out of country), so this ought to be an interesting experience. You should pray for the Pliego family, too – they’ll be putting up with me for three whole weeks.
Luggage is being packed, however slowly, and is beginning to have some semblance of ordered chaos. Clothes? Check. Shoes? Check. Books? Check. Inflatable rubber ducky? Now wait just a bleeding minute…
I’ll be taking Denzel Washington with me. He’s been to Mexico City before and has the requisite “street smarts.” Plus, if we run into any trouble… well, let’s just say he’s capable of reacting in a very memorable (read: unpleasant) way. Think of him as a WMD with sunglasses and a cool suit.