shaking with excitement

When I (FINALLY!!!) disembarked at the Bali Denpasar airport, the air was at last warm and moist, after all those hours of airport and airplane "air." I met a couple of conference participants who sat by me on the final leg, two nice women from Northern CA, and was chatting a bit while we waited in line for customs, and I realized, I was shaking. My heart was racing. I wanted to burst out of my skin into the evening with my mouth full of Bahasa Indonesia. The first to get it was the customs officer. He gave me the expected 20 questions... (oh, you already are smart speak indonesian how long when where do you have a husband yet). I was full of glee at the perfectly expected-ness of it all.