Diving off

Tomorrow I dive off into Europe, and I’m tired sore and nervous. Don’t get me wrong, I am excited, but there’s so much out of my control. I’ve begun to stress about finances... I know I’ll be okay, but just like in the states, I’m sure I’ll go through more money than I planned. I slept horrible last night. Tossing and turning with a million and one questions rolling around in my head. I leave tomorrow morning and won’t be returning to Steph and Jon’s until a month from now. I’ve booked until Florence, and I’m not sure I dare book further at this point. I’m quite disappointed in couchsurfers.org... I was really excited about the possibility of staying in someone’s home for free vs. a hostel, but out of all the requests and emails I’ve sent, all have come back with a decline. So hostel’s it is. Paris is booked, Naples is booked, and I know how I’m getting to Florence, but I’m not quite sure where I’m staying yet.
It’s mentally and emotionally taxing trying to figure this all out. I mean, I won’t have my computer, so I’m having to do my research now to figure out what trains/busses and connections I need to get to where I’m going, and then walking directions from there, trying to remember to write down all the pertenant information in my journal.
The mission trip in France should be interesting... staying in a home with lot’s of other christians, not having a room to myself, and not being able to smoke or drink... for two weeks. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to handle this, but I’m sure that I will need a lot of prayer for grace and patience. Hopefully I won’t snap at any point.
Anyway, Jon’s parents are on there way over for curry and to chat about their holiday in Crete, so I’m off for now, and I’m not sure when I will be able to write next... for all I know it could be a matter of weeks, but my hostel in Paris has an internet cafe, so I will be able to write then. To all my family, friends back home, and friends I’ve met along the way, I love you, and big hugs.