Time moves slowly when something's ahead. If it's not a law of physics, it ought to be. I can't believe how long today felt, the sun moved across the sky just as slowly as I moved in the muggy San Diego heat. Let me tell you, I didn't move much.
I am going to Guatemala for two weeks on Friday. I am very excited, but also anxious. I love traveling, but I get really nervous. I keep having visions of arriving at the LAX terminal at 3:45am and being turned away because my tickets were forged somehow. Or of sprinting through the Mexico City airport, barreling over small children with my luggage in tow, to barely miss my connecting flight. Or of contracting some rare, tropical illness and being evacuated via helicopter. Or of traveler's diarrhea. Eeesh.
The truth is, I am a homebody at heart. I love my time alone, or shared with family and close friends, relaxing in the safety and familiarity of my home. That's part of the reason I love to cook - cooking can instantly make a place feel more like home and offers me a sense of calm and peace. I travel in part because love the occasional adventure, but also in part because I know it's good for me. I need to force myself to break free of my comfort zone seek new and exciting experiences that allow me grow as an individual. Those experiences are what come to define you and shape your values and beliefs.
I drive up to LA on Thursday night and have been anxious-excited all week. Getting everything together for traveling can be, well, is guaranteed to be extremely stressful. There's the plane tickets, the three ounce containers of every slightly liquid substance you use, packing, vaccinations, traveler's insurance (should I pick the plan that covers loss of limbs at or above the joint or add the $50 dismemberment package?), and of course anticipating as much as possible about a journey you have yet to take. It's a tall order.
Nevertheless, my trip is in as good of shape as it will ever be (aside from the vigorous packing I have yet to begin). I can't wait, and know that a truly life changing experience lies ahead. I am a little sad that I'm missing two weeks of my precious summer produce, but I'll survive (what a spoiled brat I sound like, complaining about a trip to Guatemala!).
I'll leave you with a recipe for a glorious potato salad. Potato salad is as much a quintessential American summertime food as cherry pie. There's about a zillion different versions and recipes, many passed down between generations. This recipe is from Ina Garten. Sorry the pictures are a bit shoddy, I snapped a few photos before racing off to a barbecue, where it rightfully belonged. This potato salad simple. flavorful, and rich in texture. I love the big chunks of potatoes and creamy, mustard dressing. The notes of fresh dill brighten up the whole dish. It's certainly one of my favorite potato salad recipes, and I hope you find time to enjoy it, or a potato salad of your own, while I'm gone. I'm sure to miss the familiarity of these flavors.