January 29, 2008 7:52 pm ET, Boston MA

iPod in my left ear, Patricia's voice in my right, the trip has begun. Almost. Sitting about 150 feet from our gate (7E) in Logan Airport in Boston, the speakers cough out that our departure has been delayed a half hour. Our British Airways flight will leave at 9pm, and we will be on our way. It almost doesn't seem real that I'm about to live in Spain for 4 months. I'm not sure what to think, what to feel, what to do. What I do feel is tremendous amounts of excitement coursing through my body. Weekend trips, nightlife, guitar lessons... school... are ahead of me and I'm STOKED! Guess I'll just sit back, cruise across the Atlantic for 5 hours, catch another plane to Barcelona, then grab another flight down to Seville, take a taxi to the hostel, and BAM! I'm hangin' out in Spain. Hot Damn! This is for real!