Exodus

I have wisely decided to kick off my adventures with an all-nighter.

My flight leaves at 8:30 in the morning and, because I am stupidly credulous, I caved in to the Taca Airlines representative who insisted that I arrive three hours early. Furthermore, the cab company I'm using maintained that, despite the middle-of-the-night timing, I really ought to leave at least one hour to get to JFK airport from Queens. This obviously incorrect estimate I also swallowed uncritically. So I ended up committing myself to leaving my apartment at 3:30 in the morning so I could arrive in Queens to drop off my car by 4:30 in order to catch the cab to arrive at the airport at 5:30, three hours before my flight. So, 3:30 departure from Manhattan. In other words, an all-nighter. I am not smart.

In any case, by 12:30 (central time) tomorrow, I will be rocking it in Guatemala, making my way up into the mountains from Guatemala City to volcano-ringed Antigua at 5000 feet. Spanish will be learned. Plantains will be eaten. Salsa will be danced.

In fact, salsa will probably not be danced. I can guarantee, however, that plantains will be eaten. That's really beyond question.

Well then. I'm off. Adios.