Lipstick on a Cochon
I did two loads of laundry, two loads of dishes and I organized two paper stashes. Now I feel too discouraged to go on, so I am rewarding myself with a small break for blogging. Honestly, I will clean and clean and clean, but it will be like lipstick on a muddy cochon. I think I have covered my worries sufficiently, in writing at least, so allow me to change the subject...
Chicken Abroad Packs
There are many angles to approach this subject, with many headings and subheadings.
BIG PURSE vs. petite purse
BIG CAMERA vs. petite camera
Full winter wear and umbrella vs. Bella Tourista
Pay for AAA Flamenco floor show and dinner now vs. wait and see spontaneity
I am torn between packing light... super streamlined and unfettered, but then again... I do not want to be cold or uncomfortable or too casually attired. Californians, esp. So Cal residents, are very casual, which does not always translate well in sophisticated regions. I would be really happy to have a small blanket from home to comfort me on the plane, to throw over my shoulders in the hotel, but maybe that's crazy. I really, really want my good and familiar camera, but it's HUGE, so I am 99% convinced I will bring Geoff's itty-bitty pocket camera. Heav(ier) coat or stylish one? Two pair of shoes, so I can look bonita when eating tapas at 10:30 PM, or one walking pair?
And most importantly: Is this bag ugly?
Also, it is imperative that I remind the family that they have to thoroughly mix the peanut butter, all the way to the bottom... really get the consistency right all the way through or the bottom will be hard and dry. Do you see? How can I travel abroad, when these issues keep coming up?