Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for March 05, 2013

Wally i laugh at your naive nature of women and travel. Yet I must admit my camera gear would fill a carry on bag.

carry on packing, Wally – carry on packing!

He didn’t mention clean socks, underwear, pyjamas, toiletries, hat, sunglasses, camera, phone, phone charger, jacket (what season is it again?) etc, etc, etc. I hope he doesn’t expect all that to go in Joan’s bag!

But when you get Montezuma’s Revenge, you wish you didn’t go commando after all.

My mother actually packs like Wally. She went to Tokyo for two weeks with one suitcase. Even the customs agent asked “that’s all you have?” Granted, she was visiting her cousin from the US Dept. of Interior and her nephew in the US Navy who were both stationed there at the time, so they let her use their laundry facilities, but Mom has always traveled light.

I can go about 8 days on what I can fit in a legal carry-on bag. I just need clean socks and clean underwear.

What if someone wearing the outfit that in her bag?

they sell socks and underwear in Paris, and much more…

Oh inexperienced Wally….

part of travelling is to be open to a change of mindset. sometimes tho, that does require a change of clothes

And washcloths. Few hotels in Europe have washcloths. I always pack one or two… but even so, my packing is light.

“You need a lot less luggage when you go commando”

Many years ago my uncle and I were discussing our experiences with camping in the woods. The subject of packing came up, and I asked what he packed.“I don’t pack,” he said.“But what about underwear?”“UNDERwear??”

I have to learn to pack less…..if you don’t pack it you don’t need it!

They let you check two bags at no charge on continental flights. Now, she can take four, since Wally is just bringing a carry on.

Hubs & I traveled Florida for two weeks with carry-on. We washed laundry in sinks.

At first I was thinking: Comments were for everyone to share good advice, as in expressed above. Then as I was reading through the above, I realized it must be a kind of mine shaft from which gag writers and comics authors can get the ore from which they refine some of their “true to life” ideas and ironies. Keep it up, folks!

Somebody must or they wouldn’t sing “I see England I see France…”

I just hope Wally doesn’t forget the pooper scooper for all the piles of doggy poop that are all over the Paris sidewalks.

few pair of socks and undies