'Twas the Night Before Spain...

'Twas the night before Spain And though I might yawn, I doubt sleep will be gotten, At least until dawn. My suitcase is full Up to forty-nine pounds, And my backpack is zipped (Though it's looking quite round). My visa is cleared, And my plane ride is booked; My last American meal was cooked. I'm painting my nails A bright shade of red, As thoughts of adventures Run through my head. Tomorrow morning Can't come soon enough, Though I pray that my travels Won't be too rough. So here's to adventure, And travel, and fun! And schooling, of course - I'm sure I'll learn tons.