Four hours of driving, three hours of sleep, two lattes down and we are lifting off from the Spokane airport on the way to our first adventure in Peru! As the plane's wheels come off the ground, I feel a slight sense of the butterflies in my stomach. I always remember flying for the first time when I was younger and the overwhelming feeling of excitement it brings. I kind of miss that feeling. I guess I have to settle for the butterflies that are stirred up with thoughts of our first look at Machu Picchu! My husband and I look at each other every few minutes and smile at the realization that we will be in Peru in just a few short hours. I look at the passengers around us who do not have a clue of where we are going or what our story is. I have just a pinch on anxiety about the next step of our adventure - 30 minute layover in Salt Lake. Praying for clear skies and helpful flight attendants. Here goes!