Notice to robbers in the area--if you plan on entering our castle secured fortress--please raid my husband's closet--he's in dire need of a new wardrobe.
Just a little preplanning on my part while I watch Rob wrestle with the bags and his limited clothing attire. It's not that I'm a fashionista but good grief, does he think the pants and that shirt even remotely match?
Back and forth we go preparing for this excursion while finding that packing is an adventure in itself. Suitcase opened. Clothes in, clothes out. What will we need for 3 1/2 weeks and how can we get away with schlepping as little as possible.
Underwear-- tricky dilemma number one. How many and are they quick dry? There is nothing worse, absolutely nothing worse than waking up in the morning and realizing no undies had been washed the night before. It's an inside out day...
We both pride ourselves with our creative packing and traveling with little bitty bags. What I'm not proud of are the pictures upon return showing us wearing the same outfit in almost every photo op. It looks like we traveled the entire country in one day.
Another problem we face is that despite the ingenious quick dry manufacturers no amount of scrubbing in the sink can completely remove the body odor of the day. Enough said--no more visuals or smell-uals (not a word, but you get the idea).
Off to repack, rearrange and root out any nonessential garb (except that one extra pair of underwear). Yikes! Two more days and counting.
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