In less than three hours, the Moroccan and I are embarking on an adventure. We'll fly from San Francisco to London, where we'll rest for a day before flying in to Stockholm. From there, we catch a flight to a tiny town called Kiruna in northern Sweden, where we'll stay at the Ice Hotel. On a bed of ice, no less! Really and truly.
If we don't freeze solid, we'll move on to Morocco.
I've spent the last two weeks searching for the right kind of hat and warm but-not-too-bulky gloves, and laying in extra stores of Chap-Stick. Now everything is safely packed away.
I'm. So. Excited.
Look for a post or two from the great beyond...
