Thursday, June 28, 2018
In case you've ever wondered, this is what my brain looks like
I kept having one more hurdle to get past before I could organize and pack. First, work travel. Then, I was writing an article (which, when published, I will tell you and everyone I've ever met about). Next, the Overnight walk.
And finally it was the weekend and we were leaving on Saturday afternoon and ohmygod it was becoming increasingly clear that I was not going to fit all of our everything into Nick's designed for manly suits work suitcase.
And we had so many shoes. Did we need so many shoes? Yes, and I wasn't even taking all the shoes I wanted to take...
I rolled garments into tight little rolls, and filled as many of those efficient packing cubes as we had. And still, no fit.
So then I realized that at this point my children are old enough to be helpful when they're willing, and I could enlist them to roll one bag.
So I added a rollaboard, (rollerboard?) and off we went with what I thought was a rather reasonable amount of luggage.
We had a stressfully brief layover in Panama City, and arrived in Cartagena around 10:30 Colombia time, which, when the US springs forward, is one hour back. Jordan immediately lay on the floor next to the conveyor belt, thus causing my head to melt.
I'm no germaphobe, but two airport floors in one day is at least one too many.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm beyond delighted to be here.