1. I hate to fly. It gives me anxiety for several reasons that you don't even want me to go into. But thank God I'm loaded up with Ativan.
2. Hubs and I have separate seats on the way back, which makes me sad face. Though I traveled alone a lot for my last job, if hubs is with me, I'd really like to be sitting next to him.
3. Foreign travel gives me anxiety. I've only ever been to Mexico, which was like an extension of the US.
4. I'm worried about the weather. It rains every day in Costa Rica between April and November. Some people say it's only for an hour or two. Others say it can be all day. But we really wanted to take vacation now because we never know where hubs' job will take him next and when.
I sound like an effing crazy person, eh? I'm a worrier. That's just who I am. And I'll worry until we're landed, at the resort, sipping cocktails by the pool.
At any rate, I'll be MIA for the next week. Unless of course, I get the urge to blog while I'm there. But there's only WIFI in the lobby, so that chances of that happening are slim to none.
Wish me luck and sunshine!