Mandolins are Sexy

My goodness I wish I knew how to play a mandolin, or how to fiddle. Yes, that would be officially awesome. Banjo would be cool too. I don't regret growing up in the bluegrass at all. I like honey on my biscuits and sweet tea, and rolling green hills. Yes. I'm kicking my 11 year old self now for quitting violin.

So apparently I failed to tell a lot of people I'm going to Brazil. I felt like I told everyone... but apparently I didn't. So there it is. I leave for Brazil on Saturday - and I've apparently forgotten everything I ever needed to know about traveling internationally, like looking into what sort of plugs are needed. I have so much to do before Saturday and I don't think I've even officially processed it.

I think I pick up on people being nervous when they talk more than other people do. Maybe its because I can give a confident presentation but hear the shaking in my own voice.