It's 4 am in Madrid

I leave for Madrid one week for tomorrow. I will be studying abroad there for five months and would be lying if I claimed to be unconcerned.

As it stands now I can say four things in Spanish:
1) Where is the bathroom?
2) A cold beer, please.
3) A coffee, to go.
4) Enough!

Part of me thinks this may be enough to get by until I can learn more. The other part of me realizes that I am going to be going to Europe for the first time ever, with a group of total strangers, to live in a country where I don't know the language.

But it will be fine, right? I mean, it occurs to me that people less worldly, confident, articulate and scrappy than myself have studied abroad and not only lived to tell about it, but had an amazing time.

So here goes nothing, I guess, and maybe this ridiculous blog, which I half-heartidly started over a year ago, will be along for the ride. Here's hoping for great times and short sentences with fewer commas than that last one.

Oh, and also along for the ride will be Freud, Hemingway and Nietzsche , who will hopefully appear in many pictures with me around Europe.

Thanks to my Aunt Noka, for both the idea, and the finger puppets. 

So I guess that's it for tonight. With one week left to prepare and about $200 left between my bank accounts, here goes nothing. Hopefully the next post is less than 13 months away.