So I'm set. I'll leave the 'bags are packed' lyrics for a later post, but I at least now have a little thing I like to call a plane ticket. Allowing for one David Wilson to hop-scotch his way over the Atlantic to London. But wait, it gets better. For I... have two plane tickets. The second allowing the aforementioned David Wilson to fandango himself from London to Fez. Three weeks in Morocco as a last fling with freedom. Surfing in Rabat and racing camels across the Sahara, maybe an epic night out on the desert with an oasis crawl or two. And then it's back to England and the crushing realities of the Real World Oxford. Ah, and if you're interested in coming to see me, which you should be, for I am the light in your dreary life, well then Google Maps kindly supply driving directions:
http://maps.google.com/
Go there and search 'Austin, TX to Oxford, England.' Seriously. Do it, like, right now. It'll save time later.
I think you'll find that Step #28 is the crucial one.
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