What's the worst that could happen?

I'm always thinking of the worst case scenario. Always.
In my head most situations end up with either death, incarceration or morbid obesity.. I'm not joking.

So the biggest trip of my life (to date) blows my mind. We leave in six days.. SIX DAYS!

The excitement is almost unbearable.. But there's also a few things that need to be sorted - major issues .. Like learning key phrases.

I've learnt "where is the toilet?" in five different languages.

The other issue is my passport.
I look like a dodgy blonde secret agent in a Matt Damon movie, and I'm a brunette..



It'll be fine, right?

This will be the holiday of a lifetime, I should know I've put it all in my spreadsheet.

I might be overthinking this, just a little..