It's Official

This morning I called the UK and shelled out a good portion of what is in my bank account to pay for my trip to France.

So I'm supposing this means that I really am going on that walking trip.
I'm excited, but I think work and life have worn me down to the point where I keep waiting for something to go wrong so I can't get too excited about it.

Of course, I imagine that once I'm actually on the plane, I'll get pretty hyped up.

The thing now is find a pair of shoes that won't make my feet turn into 2 giant blisters. This is surprisingly more difficult than one would imagine.