Six nights on an air mattress, one U-Haul ("haul" suddenly strikes me as such a strange word!), countless drives across Charlotte to our storage space, a roundtrip drive to Greenville, and dozens of goodbyes later, we are sitting in a very quiet terminal at the Greenville-Spartanburg airport. The tranquility stands in stark contrast to the slightly chaotic last minute Target runs, the frustrated "Can I fit this bottle of Aleve in my Toms in your suitcase?" packing, the hasty creation of checklists and the subsequent checking off of completed tasks. Our four checked bags (total!) are now in the hands of American Airlines, and I feel like I can finally breathe a little bit better.
In a short space of time, we will cross the Atlantic Ocean as the sun goes down, and will awake to the Spanish sunrise, groggy and expectant.
Our journey begins.