I think there's enough collusion in umbrella collisions and conversations with people hanging out under shop roofs, and phrases like "Is it over yet?", because it's obvious that a glance at the sky will make it clear.
Apathetic or angry at whimsical drops, but rather not we call too much sun, because we'll be complaining about it again soon too hot. But in order not to argue too much about meteorological phenomena, in this editorial I will devote more words to the nightmare or party we call packing. As if that wasn't already difficult enough, the rules of the game are constantly being changed air carriers.
It won't be possible to change anything with me messing around, my packing process remains the same, only the phase when I have to throw things out of my suitcases is getting longer. Anyway, the moment of departure is approaching, and the note stuck next to the refrigerator already contains a too long list of those important things in quotation marks. And I know that I don't need liter bottles of sunscreen, and I know that chewing gum, and moisturizing wipes, and ear sticks, and shampoos, and liquid soaps are sold everywhere I go, and I know that chocolate bars, but a liter I don't need milk, because the exotic cuisine adds a touch of uniqueness to the trip, and I know that, in addition to three thick guidebooks, the book War and Peace does not belong in my "suitcase", but there are plenty of such things on my too long list. Bored, but will I be bored then? Bored during the summer that offers many activities? Well, the very first activity begins when I put things on the bed in the order of the list, of course, in between I jump here and there, and toss, fold, roll, then into bags, then out, and combine again, whatever is necessary and what not... All of a sudden the bed is full, followed by a strategic game called Tetris, putting it all in a suitcase. Experiment no. 1, failed. I put everything out again, look at the list of what I can give up, the first thing is of course socks, but why do I need ten pairs if I'm going to be in flip-flops all day, and remove something else from the list...
Experiment no. 2, the suitcase closes with difficulty, I'm about to lift it to step on the scale when the nightmare begins. Well, the only thing I don't understand is that, firstly, it's too heavy, and secondly, that I'll have to drag it from the airport, possibly several kilometers away. Throwing everything out again, I look at all the already crossed out and crumpled paper as I make a new, much reduced list of very necessary vacation things.
Experiment no. 3, the suitcase is closed, I step on the scale, which shows too much... "So what's too much again?", I complain. I also throw out the hair dryer, exchange shampoo and shower gel for "all in one". I step on the scale, and yes, the tab on it reads exactly as much as the upper limit is allowed. And how do I look on the day of departure? Yes, just like all tourists, in the middle of summer I am dressed in a thick sweater, in long pants, with side pockets filled to the brim, wearing heavy hiking boots, a camera hanging around my neck, a thick guidebook and passport in one hand, A rain jacket and a bag with a sandwich and a bottle of water are hanging over my other arm, lines of fatigue and worry are already drawn on my face, if the airport scale will hold up...
Do I need to add anything else? Well yes, every time I tell myself again and again that next time I will only take a small backpack and a passport.
167- City Magazine - FROM JUNE 17 TO JULY 8 by City Magazine
