Just look at those lovelies, sitting there all ready to go. More than enough clothes to last me for two weeks, plus room to spare for market finds in Morocco. I can hardly wait — by this time time tomorrow, I’ll be on a plane over the Atlantic en route to Madrid (then Morocco, then back to Spain for a grand finale).
Not that I’m entirely out of the woods. This week has required a major push to get everything at work to a point where I can leave it for two weeks (the sort of push that had me starting work at 6am and finishing up around midnight every day). I’m almost — but not quite — there. Two loose ends remain that need to be tied up before I can leave with a clean conscience. Fingers crossed that tomorrow morning will be sufficient for the task!