Correction

As an addendum to Sunday's post, the suitcase in which my clothing purportedly measured 80 lbs was a pack of lies. In fact, the suitcase itself was 19lbs, putting my clothing at a more reasonable 61 lbs, 11 lbs over the weight limit for bags.

So there.

"Do they have Marine Lands in Spain?"

Made it to New York, even though I had to sit next to this obnoxiously annoying newly-wed couple. More like an obnoxious woman. I really felt for the guy. But he did get himself into the whole eternity bit, so I can't help him there. Anyway, I hope I don't have to contend with an armrest hogger on the international flight. I doubt it, considering I probably will have seats with the other people from CC-CS. But on the JetBlue flight here, I couldn't even adjust the volume! All a result of obnoxious newly-wed married woman already nagging her husband, which pushed him over onto my armrest and as far as humanly possible (read three inches extra) away from his wife.

My interview went well today. I take it as a good sign that the HR lady hugged me afterward and seemed genuinely excited about my trip abroad.

Obviously, I'm on the verge of something exciting. But today, it started to sink into my synapses. It was like I got an invitation to start my life. "Come join, Meg. We're moving along. Are you in?"

The only thing that has not changed in my life in the last few days is the temperature in Sevilla. Holding steady at 66 degrees F.