blast-off

there's a certain time that I secretly love: that time where you're getting ready to go on a long trip so you don't buy groceries and instead eat all the random things you can find left in your kitchen. Oh, it's not the culinary experimentation that I like, though it can occasionally be a fun adventure (though more often it's like this: Cheerios with a shot of vermouth). No, it's that period of preparation by Not Doing; the subtle shift in habits and routines leading up to the trip.

We're going to Poland for twelve days with K's parents and her brother and sister-in-law. We're going to seek out this tiny village where K's great-grandparents grew up. None of us speak Polish. There are two vegans and a vegetarian in the group. Some of the people going have a poor sense of direction. And there's still an off-chance that a certain Volcano Who Will Not Be Named could throw an ashy wrench into things. Hilarity ensues.