In the last few weeks I have been organizing two trips and right now the first one is just around the corner. On Sunday I leave for the United States to join my husband for 10 days of cruising. I’m excited about going but I hate the packing and flying part. The packing in particular has always been a time-consuming exercise that ends with me forgetting something vital and cursing myself for not paying more attention to the details.
My experiences with packing usually involve long lists and planning for at least two climates and months of travel. This type of packing is actually easier because I just open up my closet and chuck everything in, haha. Problem solved! But the second type of packing is more difficult…10 days on a ship, super cold air conditioning and strapless gowns…super hot Caribbean sun and bikinis. Sounds easy doesn’t it?
But my dilemma is always the same. How many pairs of underwear are enough? How many pairs of socks are enough? (Okay, the underwear thing is 10 days = 10 pairs, but I always run out when I apply this rule, has anyone got a better rule?) As for the socks, even trickier, how often will I need to wear socks in the Caribbean? It’s not like I’ll be sporting any on formal night. But then again, this brings up the question of how often do I think I will get my lazy ass into the gym. If I bring five pairs of socks that equals five trips to the gym.
If I bring less I spend a day doing laundry, UGH. Who wants to do laundry when I could be napping under a shady palm tree sipping pina coladas with my furry (he’s cat #1) husband?
Times like this I wish I was super rich and could apply that rule “I’ll just buy another one”. But even that wouldn’t do much good because I’m on a big boat in the middle of the sea…where am I going to ‘buy’ another one exactly? There are shops on board but the selection is pretty limited and I have yet to see them sell underwear. Which brings up my next question…why the hell not? What about those people whose luggage got lost at the airport? Are they going commando or turning theirs inside out like my husband does when he realizes a shortage (hey, the truth hurts but you can’t tell me you don’t know at least one other person who does this!)
Oh, and by the way, I don’t really want anyone the answer the question of this blog post unless of course you can keep it clean ; ) (Last time I checked, no perverts were stocking my blog but you never know who lurks below the surface)