T-minus Two Hours

I'm just thiiiis close to the start of my vacation and, shortly thereafter, three weeks in Spain. Every moment of waiting is torment, relieved only slightly by running through the few key Spanish words that I know. Hola. Cervesa, por favor.

If there's internet access to be found, I plan to try and blog a trip diary, more for myself than my 4.5 person-strong readership. If not, there's always paper.

By the time I get back, this crap weather better have turned to summer in Montreal. Or at least to an enthusiastic spring. I'm warning you.