Three days to go!

So here is what I know:

On Friday afternoon, after almost 24 hours of traveling, a woman named Beatriz (or someone from her family) is going to meet me at the airport in Cochabamba and drive me to my home for the next six weeks. On Monday, I'll begin an intense, in-depth, love affair with the Spanish language. (I'm praying it doesn't turn out to be a love-hate relationship, although I'm sure we'll have our moments).

And that's about all I can tell you. Having so many unknowns makes me incredibly nervous; I've had a couple of nightmares about traveling alone. I'm also exhilarated by the idea of losing myself in a world that's completely foreign to me, and taking in everything that Bolivia has to offer.

I've been cautioned not to get myself too wrapped up in global travelers, if I should meet them. I'm going to Bolivia for a reason- to be in Bolivia. To meet Bolivians, to learn about Bolivian culture, and, as one Chilean gentleman that I met in Prague said, to learn to speak "Bolvian" (which he was quick to point out, is much different than Chilean). He told me that Bolivians "sing" their Spanish. Well, I love singing, so I think I'm going to love this place.