So I slept for three hours last night. From 2 ish to 2:45, and then 5:45 is to 7:30. It was ridiculous. At least it was not one of those times when I really really want to sleep and can't. This time, I was just super excited. I spent the whole night daydreaming about my time in Wales and then in Canada.
I thought about every part of my upcoming trip, from what I would do in the Amsterdam airport, to how many castles I would see. I contemplated the sandy beaches of Tenby, ready to bask in the sun. Then again, its hard to imagine that beach being warm considering the amount of sweaters I have so far packed.
I spent some time considering how much internet access I would have, and decided that I would have about 2 and a half weeks worth. Looks like some of the pictures/posts will have to wait until I return home. This us unfortunate, as the last two weeks are when I am going to Tenby and then Snowdonia.
This is how I spent my time into the wee hours of the morning. I tried listening to quiet music, counting and focusing my breaths, I even tried counting sheep. I gave up. I was enjoying my thoughts too much. But when I finally could not take the excitement, I read a book. There is nothing better then having a hungry growling stomach at 4 in the morning when you know that you can not get any food for fear of waking the rest of the household. When I walk, I am as graceful as an elephant.
Hopefully tonight I will get some sleep. Hopefully.
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