It's mind boggling how quickly time always seems to go. It honestly seems like just the other day, I was sitting in Prof. Tashjian's office for advisement trying to figure out just how I'd end up taking care of the immersion requirement for my Spanish minor. Now, however, I have barely exactly a week left until my plane takes off. I keep on taking on a calm approach to the whole packing and getting ready aspects, but then there are always those "oh shit" moments where I realize just what I'm going to be doing. It's times like those where I'm terrified of just what lies ahead of me on my meandering halfway across Europe on my own, but, then again, these are probably the best experiences anyone can have. 4 months in Toledo before I hit the road up towards the UK for a week of historical touring in Ireland then heading out to the Northeast to spend 2 months in Lietuva, brushing up on a language one would think that I really would be able to speak well by now.

But for the next six days I guess it's back to flipping through the books on Spain and Europe trying to figure out just what there is to see overseas. I think I might just end up going mad.