Packing….

I admit it.  I am a last-minute packer.  I do think ahead about what I need to go buy. or what I have already on hand… but that is about it.  Then, the night before…  panic hits. I need to wash that shirt… those jeans.   Then it’s electronics, toiletries, some essential medicines (most for just in case – you don’t want to go looking for a pharmacy that is open in a strange city when you nauseous).

Then clothes… especially when the weather can be cool or warm from day-to-day, hour to hour.  Wet or dry.  And all the sudden the back pack you were going to use for 3 days… is impossibly small.

Wait did I mention I’m hoping to carry my bouzouki too?  And… snacks/drinks…  all the sudden I realize there is only one thing to do… purge the pile!

More on the actual journey in a future post.  But for now, let me soak in the kefi that is all about me in the house.  Clear my mind.  Have a shot of tsipouro (like grappa).  Then remember, this is going to be a fun time.

(OMG I have some books I want to take along to read! Well maybe just one.)

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