If everything goes right I should touch down in just under 334 hours. And I feel like a six year old the night before xmas. The only things that dampen my excitement is that my passport is not back from the visa section. And the list of preparations seems to be endless. Before I get on the plane I have to battle through 980kms of snow by car, chross the channel and then go beck 350km by train. In the meantime my suit case is getting fuller and fuller without me even trying. Most of it is Fiat stuff.