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Last minute farwellsSept. 1, 1998  Departure Day - Atlanta, USA

Well, here I am, composing our first journal entry from 35,000 feet (I guess that should be 10,700 meters) above the earth on the way to our first stop - Brussels, Belgium. After a glass of Memossa as we waited (and waited, and waited) on the plane for take-off, and a few glasses of wine in between "good-bye" and "can you believe we’re really doing this" chit-chat with my folks and our friend TJ, the majority of my apprehensions about the trip have transformed into both excitement and enthusiasm.

Yet, I must confess, for the few hours before, and the 40 minutes during, the drive down to the airport, the butterflies in my stomach seemed to be much more enthusiastic about starting our trip than I was.

The closest depiction I can use to describe that feeling is that of thinking about, preparing for, climbing, and finally diving off of a high dive.

"We will now begin boarding"While your bare feet are planted firmly on the rough, but familiar concrete, your thoughts are only of the exhilaration of doing something a little daring - a little out of the ordinary. As you begin climbing the ladder - ever so slowly, one rung, then the next - it begins to register with the sensible side of your brain that the worn lounge chair your were in, and the dime store novel you were reading, wasn’t that bad of a way to spend your afternoon after all. Its too late. The best you can do is concentrate on the mechanics of putting one foot above the other as you get closer and closer to the moment of truth. Finally at the top of the ladder, you begin to recognize that all so familiar feeling of doubt and hesitation. Having faced it before, you know the only way to make yourself go through with taking the plunge is to have your ‘just do it’ thoughts drown out the ‘no-way man’ thoughts. To put your muscles on auto-pilot and take step after step, until you walk off the end - or, in this case, board flight 124 to Brussels for one year of travel.

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