Hello!

Welcome to my outlet for my neuroticism blog!

I obsessively carefully and rigorously research in order to travel light, and it has been requested of me more than once to share my tips; I haven’t checked a bag in 5 years*.

I know it’s helpful to know exactly what someone has brought on trips similar to yours, and I love packing lists!

While my husband and I have jobs that mostly keep us at home, we do like to get out of the country a couple times a year, and hate paying for it. Travel hacking is my other great love.

I’m vegetarian and have also had a bunch of crap meals gained a bit of wisdom on traveling with dietary restrictions.

While I work on more posts, enjoy this picture of my adorable zombie dog:
doggo

*Ok, so I have checked a bag twice in the last 5 years. If someone wants to send you home with a gallon of homemade scorpion-pepper hot sauce or freshly pressed olive oil, go ahead and check your bag.

Life Changing Salad (or: A Lesson In Packing Light…

…and I’ve clearly watched too much TV)

Turkey, 2012.

A girl and her boy hop on a bus for a scenic drive along the Turkish coast, taking in sweeping views of the Mediterranean Sea, relishing the air conditioning and free cold bottled water after a long rideshare to the bus stop, completely carefree.

The open road is like, a metaphor, or something

After a few hours, the road dips closer to the sea, and as their bus hugs the edges of the highway’s curves atop dramatic cliffsides, they are able to spot small beaches below; Turks on holiday swimming, barbecuing on the beach.

Their bus driver makes an announcement in Turkish. Asking his assistant for a translation, they find they have 3 hours to spend in Kaş, a traditional fisherman town now only becoming known to foreigners for its beautiful beaches and fine dining. Great timing, it’s past lunchtime!

But this is not a story about how my husband and I enjoyed a nice meal and relaxing beach stroll in a beautiful seaside town.

Could that be us down there? No. No, it could not. Because we were stupid.

This is the story of how we spent 3 long hours at a bus stop, eating bus stop food, so we could babysit our stupid luggage. I’m vegetarian, so this involved bus stop salad, and alternating between complaining about being hungry and complaining about how bad the salad was.

Lunchspot. Looks promising, right?

I love to eat, and my meal was so bad, I vowed to never be in this position again.

That meal is one of many reasons why, for as long as I am physically able, I will always try to travel with a lightweight backpack and nothing else.

Can’t check in yet? No probs. I can walk aimlessly up and down these stairs in the meantime! Watch me go, stair-sitters!

Got some extra time? With only a backpack, you’re free to head out and socialize, like my husband tries to:

HEY KITTAY BE MY FRIEND COME BAAACK

On our next trip to Europe, we had 3 hours to kill before our ferry left Croatia for Italy. Our food options were significantly better with only a single bag each, even if the maitre d’ was a little snitty about them.

Black truffle pasta with award-winning olive oil, Dubrovnik: an option made possible by our easily stowable bags.

Pack light, stay mobile. Don’t eat bus stop salad.

SuperHans agrees:

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Stopping with the TV references now.