The plan: after the big bang
So here I sit, 3 years later after that initial meeting which would bring me here to this point in time. Planning the trip. Plans. The best laid plans....we all know the saying. Plans are the enemy of spontaneity, the keepers of your travel time and are undoubtedly just waiting to be changed by the all too common 'unforeseen circumstance'. It seems these circumstances just wait out in hiding, like the traffic cops ready to bust you when the clock turns 12:01. Not that I would know anything about that....
I visited Laurent in France in November. We spent 3 weeks talking about and planning our trip. That's also when this blog was conceived. After much going back and forth (and really, no fighting) everything was talked about calmly and rationally....hmmm...ok maybe a bit of irrationalism reared it's head. But in the end, we came up with a plan. We had to. We need a route. We are planning to volunteer and learn Spanish too, so we need to have an idea of where we are going. So we basically discussed the route we would take and a (very) rough timeline.
Infused exposures 