In a little more than a week, I will be getting in a car and driving up to Chicago to get on a plane, which will take me to Philadelphia. I won't be spending more than a few hours in the city of brotherly love, as I'll be getting onto another plane and flying over to Paris, the City of Lights. Again, after little more than a few shakes of a lamb's tale, I'll be boarding a third and final plane and traveling to Bilbao, my final destination and home for the next five months. There, I'll be studying Spanish language and culture, making friends, having adventures, and probably going bankrupt.
Although I've read my fair share of them, this will mark the first time I've ever written in a blog, and I intend to update this one fairly regularly, perhaps once every two or three weeks, sometimes more often, sometimes less. I won't be bringing a camera with me, so this will be for the most part devoid of photographs, from time to time one or two pictures may make an appearance.
I suspect I'll write in this again before I go, probably ruminating on how much or little of my life can fit into a 50 pound suitcase. I suspect I'll have to leave the nunchucks behind, but that's the way these things go, I think.
Hasta later
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