Ah yes, those not so golden olden days! Imagine a very busy Christmas time SFO (San Francisco, CA), the year 1998, a 3.5 year old opinionated and autistic boy with his own backback, his 18 mo. old brother with his own backpack. Both boys in hat, coats, gloves and their harried mother who has spent the past week parenting solo, wrapping gifts, mailing cards and preparing for a big trip, trailing them while pushing a luggage cart piled high with 2 enormous suitcases, a smaller suitcase and a large awkward box containing my brother's 30th birthday present: a hammock. We are traveling to an island off the coast of Vancouver to celebrate Christmas and my brother's birthday. We have winter clothes, we have essential play and comfort items, we have gifts for my parents, my brother and his growing family and for my family of 4, California wine (more expensive and less available in Canada) and God knows what else and my husband is somewhere, head in the clouds, still solving scientific problems. I dare say your baggage sounds much more interesting and perplexing and, well, humorous. I do think I need a ROD.
When I went to Cape Town, I packed at least five hardcover public library books and a veritable pharmacy of anti-nausea meds for my daughter who was a student there, and a bottle of hot sauce from the company my husband and friends own, so I could photograph it for social media. When I went to Italy, I packed the NCLEX study guide, which is a huge book like the SAT practice guides, thinking I would study for my nursing board exams while there (I didn’t). Also packed a travel iron, which was never used, and something like 1500 euros cash (on my person, not in the suitcase!) because this was before airbnb and our landlady only accepted cash.
Ah yes, those not so golden olden days! Imagine a very busy Christmas time SFO (San Francisco, CA), the year 1998, a 3.5 year old opinionated and autistic boy with his own backback, his 18 mo. old brother with his own backpack. Both boys in hat, coats, gloves and their harried mother who has spent the past week parenting solo, wrapping gifts, mailing cards and preparing for a big trip, trailing them while pushing a luggage cart piled high with 2 enormous suitcases, a smaller suitcase and a large awkward box containing my brother's 30th birthday present: a hammock. We are traveling to an island off the coast of Vancouver to celebrate Christmas and my brother's birthday. We have winter clothes, we have essential play and comfort items, we have gifts for my parents, my brother and his growing family and for my family of 4, California wine (more expensive and less available in Canada) and God knows what else and my husband is somewhere, head in the clouds, still solving scientific problems. I dare say your baggage sounds much more interesting and perplexing and, well, humorous. I do think I need a ROD.
I gotta say that I personally have never packed a hammock or wine.
When I went to Cape Town, I packed at least five hardcover public library books and a veritable pharmacy of anti-nausea meds for my daughter who was a student there, and a bottle of hot sauce from the company my husband and friends own, so I could photograph it for social media. When I went to Italy, I packed the NCLEX study guide, which is a huge book like the SAT practice guides, thinking I would study for my nursing board exams while there (I didn’t). Also packed a travel iron, which was never used, and something like 1500 euros cash (on my person, not in the suitcase!) because this was before airbnb and our landlady only accepted cash.
Oh dang, I know those books were heavy.