The original plan was to pack so I would be able to bring enough clothes and other random supplies in one hiking backpack I would be able to "carry on" to plane to last myself the entire trip. However, after the experience of packing last night I discovered there would be no way in hell I would be able to carry on what turned out to be a 40 pound bag ready to burst at the seams and spray clothes everywhere like food out of Bluto's mouth in animal house at the slightest touch. Not necessarily the double fist to the cheeks, more like accidentally drop a pen on it and my clothes are all over the loading dock at Newark Int'l Airport.
Tonight I sleep over the Atlantic ocean, and tomorrow night I sleep in Madrid, with a belly full of tapas, and a camera flush with pictures of Will flamenco dancing alongside Spanish bombshells. Then its off to reinforce the troops against the hoards of Hannibal at the gates of Rome. Don't fret Andy! I am on the way! And upon my arrival we do as the Romans do...
I wont have my computer with me, but I hope to somehow make posts as frequently as possible. You all can expect me state-side again when I run out of money. Until then, Go Thunder, and God Bless America.
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