What I do to myself before a trip is absolutely stupid! I buy shoes, I return shoes. I buy more shoes, and return more shoes. Hopefully at the end of this tortuous game, I end up with a pair that is comfortable on cobblestones. Is that possible? I have no idea. I put clothes on the rack, and take away from the rack. I try on outfits and decide for or against. It’s painful.
I start off with a color scheme - all beige and white, but then how can I go to Capri without a turquoise blouse? With that comes turquoise jewelry! Pretty soon I slip in a few black tops, so then comes black shoes. Oh Well!
My room is a mess. What’s going on in my head is even messier. I’m making notes, checking things off, and all in all driving myself crazy!
Bob tries not to notice. Which purses? What jewelry? I need a comfy outfit on plane to sleep in (hopefully), and then to look presentable when we check-in hotel.
New carpet is being laid in two bedrooms while we are gone, so everything has to be taken off the table tops and put somewhere.
At this stage of a trip, staying home in my own bed with covers drawn over my head sounds wonderful to me.
Of course we are saying that this is our last time to go to Italy but we have said that the last three times so who really knows?
I hope my back and hip hold out! I hope Bob’s back holds out! We can only hope.
Just the thought of having our breakfasts overlooking that gorgeous blue water makes me drool with anticipation!!!!!
So there you have it, the tradeoff!
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