The day is finally here. We've been planning this trip for 3 years. Seems crazy... I wasn't even in high school yet when we met Frau Schmidt and she told us about this. My parents jumped at it. Said it would be the best experience I'd ever have. I believed them.. why wouldn't I? But now I'm really nervous and a little scared.
I've never been away from my family this long. I've never traveled without them. What if I get sick? What if I get lost by myself? What if I lose my passport? I keep telling myself that this isn't the first time anyone's ever been to Europe with a group and not their parents. But I can't help it. I'm actually nervous about being nervous. Is that even a thing?
It will be fine. We packed... knowing my mom, we over packed. I have copies of copies of copies and originals of important papers. I have my phone... with a charger, plus an extra charger, plus an emergency charger, plus a portable charger. I have the phone plan. I can call, text, Facetime whenever I need to.
Food.... I have some snacks. But... I.Hate.Everything. I wish I did more research... is McDonald's even a thing there? Do they know about chicken nuggets? Italy may have pizza... but isn't that an American invention? Should have researched that! Frau said breakfast isn't even breakfast over there. Cold cuts in the morning? I don't like them ever. If I could score a waffle, I'd be set.
My mom is freaking... is she happy, sad or scared for me. Who knows? But she's making a HUGE deal out of me leaving. Better help her out. Maybe this is hard for her too.