Heres my schedule for next week:

Monday
- Work 07.30 - 15.00
- Go to the police department after work to see if I can order my new passport there, or if I have to go to the neighbour town (I really hope not, as I'm already cutting it a bit short, and it's hard for me to get all the way over there)
- Buy ingredients for homemade crispbread and for banoffee and chocolate chip cupcakes
- Hopefully catch a bus home...

Tuesday
- Work 9.00 - 16.30
- Zumba at 17.30 (might be skipped, since I don't think I can get someone to pick me up at the gym both on Tuesday and Wednesday)
- Shave my legs...

Wednesday
- Work 8.00 - 15.30
- Walk to the gym (takes about 30 minutes from where I work)
- My first PT session at 17.30. Must remember to wear shorts and low cut socks, since he's going to have a closer look at how I move when I walk/ run *adds "shave my legs" on Tuesday's schedule*
- Hopefully have someone pick me up at the gym...

Thursday
- Hopefully I'll get this day off, since I have to work Monday (which is my usual day off)
- In that case I'll spend Thursday baking two trays of crispbread, and three batches of cupcakes...
- Order new national health card

Friday
- Work 9.00 - 16.30
- Must remember to bring crisp bread and cup cakes, since it's my turn to bring the Friday yummie edibles.
- PAY DAY!

Saturday and Sunday
- I'm guessing I'll sleep most of the weekend...


During this week I must also try to fit the following into the schedule:
- at least a half-hour walk every day
- at least one walk that's longer than 10 kilometers, preferably two
- talk to the people in charge of my travel insurance... I have a strong suspicion that I might still have a student travel insurance, and also I need to check if it will last me travelling for more than six weeks
- find a new and renewable energy source within myself
- oh, and call this guy that I work with to get back something he was going to fix for me, because he's not coming back to work for the foreseeable (that word doesn't look right...) future. Problem is that I recently (well, since Easter) have realised that I'm developing a growing crush on said guy, so I the idea of calling him to arrange a meeting makes my stomach churn. But it's kind of okay, since I haven't had a real crush for years now. At least I know that part of my emotions are still there.

At some point in the nearest future I must also go to the city to talk to the people at the pilgrim office and get my credencial there, make a list of all the things I need to buy before going, and buy them, pack my backpack, check the weight of it, repack it, get angry at all the stuff I need to bring, try to decide which book and note book to bring, cry out of sheer frustration, hate the world, get panicky about the short amount of time I have left before I leave, and wonder why the passport hasn't arrived yet.

I'm leaving in ten weeks! To walk 800 kilometers through Spain, over the meseta, the mountains, through cities and villages, and sleep in crappy hostels with up to 90 smelly people in the same room!

I've almost forgotten why wanted to do this now...