I've
been sleepless for two nights. Or mostly sleepless. Probably around
four hours or less a night, if someone was paying attention which this
someone is not. I only know that I wake up at some point and then am
mostly awake until dawn when, sometimes, I can grab a couple more
hours. I've been pretty good lately about getting myself back to
sleep after I wake up but not so the last two nights if I managed to
sleep at all. My body has been on alert, mind whirling, adrenaline
coursing amid fight or flight.
Sounds
like something serious is going on, right? Nope, just faced with
putting my money where my mouth is.
Last
late October I got an email from a friend about spending the month of
May in Portugal with another friend and some assorted strangers and
did I want to join in, to which I replied with an enthusiastic yes, I
could do two weeks in Portugal, which grew to three weeks in my mind
as time progressed. Three weeks away from home on the other side of
half the country and the Atlantic Ocean with friends. Well, two days
ago I got the information, two weeks in Porto and two weeks in
Lisbon, and it was time to fully commit to days I will be there and
buy my tickets. You'd think that would be easy, right?, especially
since I had every intention of going; that I wouldn't suffer two days
of anxiety before I could commit to dates and buy the fucking
tickets. But I did, and I did, finally, and I will leave on May 1st
and return on May 23th.
Fourteen nights in Porto and 7 nights in Lisbon.
I
know where some of the anxiety stemmed from but now I think a lot of it was
the thought of being gone for three weeks, away from my nest where
everything is comfy and reliable and I speak the language. I could
barely choke down half a hamburger for lunch yesterday so I finally
sat down and selected dates and found the flights and bought the
tickets. Within 30 minutes I was already more relaxed. It helped that
as luck would have it I will be taking the same flight out of Toronto
as my friend and we will be arriving together.
And now committed, I slept well last night.
Yay Portugal! We have not been there, and hopefully one day we will get there. Spain is also on the list. For us, 29 days is about max time to be spent in Europe. I think the search for food takes a toll after awhile. I am looking forward to your impressions of the trip.
ReplyDeleteOhhh, the art, the beauty you will see. I think, as most travelers do, that wherever we go we see/get to be a part of ourselves that we're not often aware of...it's a good part :)
ReplyDeleteYou're observations will be spectacular. I can't wait!
Sounds wonderful. And exciting. I'm happy for you. :)
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate. I'm glad you've committed. I'm glad you're going.
ReplyDeleteThis trip sounds like fun. I hope it takes your mind off US politics for the duration.
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo! That sounds awesome! Lisbon is beautiful and I've never been anywhere else in Portugal, so I look forward to your blog posts! Sometimes being on the verge of making a decision is worse than actually making it, you know?
ReplyDeleteI'm sure there was more anxiety about getting the tickets than going. I'm impressed at how easy the whole process has become. Imagine an old lady like me figuring out how to wave a bar code at an electric eye. It will be a grand expedition and you will have a grand time.
ReplyDeleteTrip sounds awesome! Glad you got some respite after you pulled the trigger. :)
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like it's going to be a great trip!!! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI would gladly spent a couple of anxious sleepless nights if the result were three week in Portugal.
ReplyDeleteHell, make it a week of no sleep.
You are one lucky woman!
Oh excellent! That sounds like a lot of fun. I'm excited for you!
ReplyDeleteand even better when you step on that plane.
ReplyDeleteAttagirl, nothing is as disturbing as indecision. You will enjoy yourself, that’s certain.
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