Dreaming of Disaster...

So last night I had a dream... which could qualify as a nightmare, for as we prepare to enter England I see that I am missing my passport, and have to fly all the way home here to the US to get it again. Making 1.) my trip shorter, and 2.) my trip twice as expensive.

... I wasn't really thinking this trip would be affecting my subconscious. At least not now, 6.5 months before we leave...

Note to self: don't forget passport.

A Fun Plan

So last night I met up with Emma while at my roommate's birthday party. Although we were in an extremely loud area, there seemed to be endless time to talk about Europe. There seems to be endless excitement steming from both of us, anxious about what may happen and the questions still left without an answer.

One of our newest conclusions is that we want to go to Switzerland. It seems to be an absolutely stunning country, and one that we are sure to love.

In addition, I have talked with one of my fellow PRSSA (Public Relations Student Society of America) officers, and I am extatic to say that she recent went to Rome for four months. Although I'm nervous about traveling in a country entirely unknown to me, I am extremely excited to know some insider secrets to places like Chinqua Terra!