I started this thought 4 months ago, and at the time, it seemed ages away. So many things had to happen before it even felt remotely real. From 180 days, I am now just over 50 days to go. Seven and a half weeks.  I don’t feel terribly ready. I did not do all this training I thought I would, and just about the only words at the tip of my Spanish tongue is Hola, and Quien espera, desespera.  Pot calling the kettle black.  Don’t ask me why.