Scared?

I can't help but sit here and think tonight. I'm currently trying to fix my sleeping habits--it's been an ongoing battle of 5 am - 2 pm for the last little bit. I only have a week left to adjust and I think with going to Waterloo tomorrow that will be the start. I have to wake up early to catch a bus. But what keeps me awake right now is thinking. Thinking about the future and my time in the Dominican. I spent my day at Starbucks with my friend studying Spanish. Literally, I sat in Starbucks and for the most part studied over 100 pages of my Spanish 101/102 textbook. A lot of it was familiar and I think it's good to refresh my memory but I have a lot left to accomplish. I want to finish that textbook, read through my 201A/B textbook and glance through my Spanish phrasebook, haha. I hope I can do it! But I cannot help but check my Facebook and whatnot. Slowly but surely, I am faced with the reality that a lot of my friends are heading out:

Natalia posts that her ville actuelle is Mbuya, Mukono, Uganda.

Sebastien posts that his ville actuelle is Kariobangi South, Nairobi Area, Kenya.

At the same time, Nicole posts "So I just completed 1/3 plane rides before I arrive at my final destination and a little five year old boy has already made me cry from the statement: "Why are you going alone? Doesn't anyone love you?" - haha"

It's exciting and it's new. I have planned for over 8 months for this adventure; this adventure that I have been thinking about since starting university--I knew I wanted to do a Field Studies! But when I'm not busy shopping for last minute deodorant that will fit carry-on standards, I am hit with the reality that I will not have electricity 40% of the time in the DR, let alone internet. My network of support will disappear and although I will want to check my emails and see what is happening in the world, a part of me does not want to. I want to take in the experience as much as I can, learn Spanish, learn the culture and interact with locals and tourists alike--see what brings each person to Cabrera! All these things float through my mind and I begin to get nervous. I took my last dose of Dukoral tonight and it sucked. Tomorrow I will take my malaria pills again. My next week now seems so short--there isn't enough time.

I guess I don't really know what to expect in the last few days. I will enjoy each and every moment of it to the fullest and I guess when next week rolls around I will have to be ready. Next week at this exact time I will be sitting in the airport probably--my flight leaves in an hour and 55 minutes. I only hope my worries will have dissipated. But I guess that's also the fun of it--to be shocked and to be wowed.

To all my friends who are travelling this week, Buena Suerte and safe travels!