They say before you get married (I have to invoke the imperial ‘they’ because I’ve never been married) that a person can suffer from a malady known as cold feet. Even though this is wedding and marriage is something you’ve wished for, planned and saved for months, maybe years for, you are suddenly paralyzed with fear. Maybe you’re not doing the right thing, maybe this is all a big mistake, and you’re not ready.
As a seasoned traveler, you cultivate a belief that your passport is more valuable than gold. You keep your passport strapped to your body, under your clothes, watching it warp from the layers of sweat. My first trip outside the States, I had my passport stolen, and there’s no worse feeling when you loose your passport and the consulate is closed (as a newbie, ignorant to the levels of gov’t bureacracy, I felt hurt and isolated. I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN, BARCELONA!).