Twas the night before an epic adventure began...

...and all through the hotel not a creature was stirring except for Luke.  Specifically, his fingers stirred as he typed up a fairly boring blog post.  I leave tomorrow!  Actually...I'm posting this well after midnight, so I suppose I leave today.  Crazy thought.  It's still a good 12 hours away, which seems like a big enough number.  Tonight: a motel in Eugene.  In the morning (and I mean like 6:30am morning) my family and I will hop up, get all ready, and we'll drive up I-5 to PDX.  From there, I'll check in and get all ready to go...sit a few hours, then board a plane for Dallas/Fort Worth International (4ish hour flight).  Hour layover, then the 11 hour monster from there to Buenos Aires.  I won't technically be in Argentina until Thursday, which is rather crazy to think about.  But in about 5 hours everything begins...I hop in the car.  I'm up late packing - I'm pretty much done now, but I need to spend like 20 minutes finalizing everything in the morning.  Then...it's crazy to say it...I'm ready to go.  I should REALLY be sleeping, considering that I slept about 4:15 last night and have to get up in less than 5 1/2 hours.  But...I can't.  Not quite yet.

I've had so many people pray over me and my trip; it's stunning.  I feel so incredibly supported and loved that while I'm anxious and nervous and excited and freaking out...I'm not actually scared.  Once I get to the airport and get on the plane, I don't feel like I will have any worries.  God's gonna take care of me.

I may post one more blog when I'm in the airport in Dallas, if I have the time.  If not...until I have the time and internet access, when I'm in Argentina.  GAH.  I'm seriously going to Latin America, and it hasn't hit me yet...it's just starting to.  Once I say goodbye to my family at the security checkpoint, I think it'll fully hit me.