I'm sitting here in Bucharest, Romania and this is the second time I've asked this very question. The first time was as I was on the plane to New York where I met up with the rest of my team. It briefly sunk in that I really was going away for 11 whole months on this crazy World Race adventure. I didn't know whether to jump up and down and laugh with excitement or have a total melt down and start crying.
And now here I am in this foreign country looking out the window of the hostel we are staying at trying to wrap my mind around this lasting 11 months. After a couple of plane rides, a bus ride, two trips on the subway and a decent walk I'm already dreaming about what I can ditch from my pack.
I'm sweaty, smelly, dirty, and tired beyond belief…and it's exactly where I want to be. Let this journey begin!
