Type softly... everyone is sleeping.

Well, in three hours we leave for the airport to Nicaragua. My cousin Krystal and her boyfriend, Javier, came in from Medicine Hat and we are all staying at my Mom's place tonight.

I have elected to stay up, since I've recently taken a few non-drowsy decongestants to combat plane pain. So as not to get too comfortable, Krystal, Javier and Himself are sleeping in the living room, mere feet from where I am typing. The combined breathing of the three is about as relaxing as ocean waves, but I must stay awake. Just in case.

I can hardly believe that at this time tomorrow we will be in Central America. I can't wait. I'm taking two books with me - the first The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, as recommended by a co-worker and book guru, Raine. The second is Shopaholic and Sister, the only Shopaholic book I haven't yet read. I've been waiting for the perfect time.

I plan on letting my muse run amuck, which basically means I haven't set any writing goals for the time I'm gone. I have many ideas for shorts, murder mysteries and, of course, more for Linde, but I'm not setting out a strict writing itinerary like I usually do. This is, after all, a vacation, even though my idea of bliss usually involves a pen and a notebook.

According to the polls, when I return we will have a new Prime Minister. Hm.

Krystal said internet cafes are abundant where we're headed, so I will try to blog somewhere along the line. We have lots planned: A canopy tour, in which you're harnessed onto a cable that spans the tops of trees and slide through valleys; a wedding (not mine! I swear!); a visit to a volcano. Is there anything better in life than exploring the world?