Airport

Just about to board my flight to London, then Jo-burg. Wearing jeans and teetering heels (you know I'm regretting that already, but can't arrive at Heathrow looking a mess, now can I?). This trying-to-look-cute thing doesn't bode well with international travel, but whatev. My friend Jen made me pack yoga pants in my carry-on, so at least I can lounge in transit.

Heard enough freaky stories about South Africa today to last a lifetime. Folks just love to give you a good scare before you head off. Nevertheless, I am so excited to be going. A dream come true for me, fo sho.