Twas the Night Before Departure

Twas the night before Departure, when all through the house

Not a Hilo was stirring, not even a mouse;

The bags were all lined by the entry with care,

In hopes that our rides to Bart soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of weird food danced in their heads;

And mamma in her torn shirt, and I in my travel boxers,

Had just settled our brains for a long restless nap?...

Five years of thinking about it, and one year of putting the plan in action, all comes down to tomorrow morning.  We'll wake at 4:30ish, and get right in to the groove, with a public transit ride on BART across the bay to SFO.  A quick layover in Denver and we'll be in Reykjavik, Iceland by early Thursday morning. 

For those wondering if the planning with stickies actually worked?

Well, our last day was, in part, spent doing this: