In one week's time, I'm not going to be able to sleep for bouncing off the walls. I'm so ready to get on a plane and fly away. As I write, the midday temperature in Paris is 26, and 24 in Santiago de Compostela. It is sunny in both, and I am yearning for open road, fresh air, and the opportunity to put one foot in front of the other in the late summer heat.
Cross-posted from "Are we there yet?"