en route.

well i'm sitting in baltimore airport waiting for my connection to jfk where i'll fly straight to sao paulo. this is my first international adventure and i'm doing it alone. go big or go home right? after being 6lbs over on one bag, smashing my toe, going into the wrong security line, i'm finally sitting at the gate. other than that it's been smooth sailing thus far. then again. i haven't gotten on any planes yet. after a two hour layover in new york ill be brazil bound. its an over night flight so after a few glasses of wine, or ten, i should be set. sorry to the person sitting in the aisle seat, i will apologize in advance for thirteen hundred trips to the bathroom. ive never been on a plane for longer than 3hours and if this is anything like a car ride, my 12hr flight should lend itself to at least six bathroom trips. and thats without alcohol. my real concern is customs. i dont know why but im scared to death. not to mention i'm sure the police will be there ready to aprehend me for the syringe in my suitcase [my birth control] but a syringe none the less. then let the free for all begin. rumor has it we already have a brief they want us on. we have to go straight to the agency to get the keys to our apartment, [thank goodness we finally have an apartment] and to talk about the first assignment. all after i find jessy and nicole in the airport without phones. what did people do before cellphones? i guess we're about to find out. either way, i can't wait. i can't wait to get there. i can't wait to start. i can't wait to speak portuguese. i can't wait to meet some hot brazilian men. i can't wait to stick out like a sore thumb. i can't wait for everything. it's going to be amazing.