The more I travel, the more I prove I am totally incapable of packing appropriately for my destination.
I was fine in Paris. Springtime in Paris is not hard to predict – it will be chilly and raining.
Then we went to Spain. “Summer in Europe!” I thought, “Just one step up from spring in Europe!”
Yeah, not so much. The south of Spain and Paris are about as alike as…nothing. My pants and walking shoes and jackets were laughably inappropriate for June in Andalusia. I quickly discovered this, and went on a mission to obtain breezy skirts and sandals.
(At least here in Sweden we blend in, physically. No one pegs us for tourists until they try to speak to us, and they usually try Swedish first. In Spain I stood out like a sore thumb. Or a Scandinavian in the Mediterranean. I was a floppy, sweaty mess. I am not built for tropical climates. They break me. In that respect, it’s good to be home.)
Last year, we went to California for vacation. “California in summer! Sweet!” I thought. Again, fail. Northern CA is NOT southern CA. I forced Drea and Josh to take me to Old Navy so I could buy a sweatshirt.
Now, we are in Sweden. “It’s just like Minnesota,” I thought, “I’ll pack what I wear in Minnesota.” I’m not too far off. But I do think we’ve found the one place that is chillier in June than Minneapolis. Plus it’s raining.
Oh yeah, then there’s the white socks. “I’m packing my Keen’s, I usually wear white socks with those,” I thought, so pretty much all I brought was white socks. Major mistake. I really don’t know what came over me with that one. I wear white socks with my Keen’s, sure, but only when I am also wearing my ankle brace, or when I’m on my feet at the theater all day. Definitely not when I’m going anywhere where people may see me. Like out on the town in Goteborg on a Saturday night.
So, sometime this afternoon I will head to H&M, and get myself some dark socks. And a couple of extra long sleeve shirts. And maybe, just maybe, some day all these experiences will add up and when I arrive at my destination I will open my suitcase and smile.