Still at home. There are 15 more days until I hop on the plane for the 20 hour flight. I expect to arrive sweaty and jet lagged. This will be the first plane ride I've been on in years. The last time I was on a plane was when I was 5. While on that plane, I was crippled by the fear of my ear drums exploding and so naturally, I ate two whole packs of Chiclets to help prevent this imminent catastrophe. I will be walking onto this plane ride with a different fear though, this time, it is a fear of boredom. Instead of gum it will be crossword puzzles and Sudoku to prevent the inevitable boredom; if not on the plane then at the stops along the way. It feels odd that my first post on my Argentina blog has little to do with Argentina. Some goals of mine are to challenge myself to only speak English during calls to my family and I also plan on learning the Tango.  I hope to engage both local students and fellow students studying abroad. I am incredibly excited while equally nervous. It is only since I have begun packing that this place I have talked about for almost a year has seemed more than a place on a map.