I officially started packing this afternoon, though nothing is actually in my suitcase as I write this. I have been doing things like encasing my shampoo and conditioner in ziploc bags, washing a last-minute load of laundry, and choosing which of my mechanical pencils to bring.
This morning I picked up a necklace I had ordered from a local artisan for my host mother in Peru. The artisan also happens to be my best friend, who, besides being a professional pianist, piano teacher, harpist, harp teacher, and blogger, also happens to make jewelry in her few brief moments of spare time. Though I am in no way an expert on jewelry, I do think the necklaces and earrings and such that she invents are usually quite pretty. The one for my Peru lady is especially lovely. I sort of want it. And so did Hannah. And so did her mother. Oh well. Its fine sea glass and silvery beaded strands are now safely enclosed in a padded, green polkadot box, ready to be delivered, with some coffee from Port City Java, our local version of Starbucks, to my host mother. There’s no way she couldn’t like it.