My mom said its the day of "lasts".. the last walk with the dog, the last lunch out, the last supper... yet oddly enough, I don't even feel like I'm leaving. I know that I won't be here tomorrow, but I don't even have a picture in my mind of where I will be tomorrow and what I will be doing. In a way this is advantageous: since I do not have a pre-existing image of what my experience of Peru will be like, I will not be disappointed that my mental image did not match my experience. Something else that is odd is that this last week has gone by extremely slow. I was certain that come last monday, my last week in the states would absolutely fly by. But it has seemed to crawl
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