I'm looking out the window at the gray sky and drinking my typical morning cup of Earl Gray, wearing a sweater and jeans (it's Friday) and thinking about the weekend. We are driving to Salisbury and staying the night tomorrow then driving back past Stonehenge on Sunday. I am sure it will be a lovely weekend. This will actually be my last weekend of traveling here in the UK. I still have Athens and Vienna but this is the last time to drive a distance and stay overnight here. It's hard to believe only 7 more weeks. I keep thinking more and more about my new life when I get home and it still seems so unreal and dreamlike. It's just so hard to image that I can't even comprehend it. When I think about being married and being a wife to Jamie I picture a little house with a white picket fence, Jamie coming home and me wearing an apron over my cute little A-line skirt and sweater set and giving him a martini with his slippers, paper and cigar. Then I realize that it will be absolutely nothing like that and that is where the dreaminess comes in. What an amazing year. Yeah the work part has been less than wonderful but the traveling and the people I have met have been fantastic. I am sure that when I do get back this past year will become the dream.