It's 11:10, and I really should be sleeping. Or at least trying to sleep, but instead I'm blogging because I am wide awake. Not good when one is transatlantic bound and should get some rest. Such is the life. Tomorrow Dad and I are off to Germany and Austria. Munich to be precise and then on to Innsbruck, Salzburg, and Vienna. There are a couple more stops in there, but I can't recall the specifics off the top of my head. I packed last night and think I broke my personal record for lightest suitcase. Even though the general size of my suitcase doesn't reflect this, I didn't pack a ton. Of course, I added a few snack items (since I don't plan to gorge myself on bratwurst and bier), and they take up a little space. Truth be told, I'm leaving room for the souvenirs I'm sure to bring back. A German historian can't actually go to Germany and not come back with a book or two which weigh more than a doily. So the extra pounds will come in handy. This has turned into one very random post, but that's okay. I'd better attempt to get some rest. Busy days await, and I already feel jet lagged.