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.)