FINALLY

I finally, after over a year of planning, am on my way to Australia. And for that whole year+ of planning, the only finalized plans I have are the first 45 days in Australia (and a concert ticket in Ireland at the end of October, you'll hear about that when the time comes). I have recovered from all of my tearful goodbyes and am now bursting with excitement at what is to come. Now, I will admit, the plane ride was no picinic. There were many screaming babies, and this small child that kept staring at me. And it was through United, those cheap bastards didn't even give us free peanuts even though we had to stop in LA to refuel turning the travel time into nine hours instead of just seven. But as soon as I got off the plane I was in good spirits because I was in Hawaii...am in Hawaii. And even though it is just a 14 hour layover I swam in the ocean, did yoga on the beach (where I made friends that joined me...thanks, already, Patrick for the yoga book), chatted with some guy about dinosaurs, surfing, and the whole world while we watched the sun set. And now at 9:30 p.m. on a Saturday night in Hawaii, I am going to bed, because it is 1:30 a.m. in Denver, the time zone I am still feeling after restless sleep and finally getting up at 5:30 this morning. I am full of yogurtland (for the last time in a while probably) and am ready to rest up for another 7+ hour flight and hopefully another epic layover in Sydney. This is just a treat though...don't get spoiled, I really will lose touch for 6 weeks. That just hasn't started yet.