Packing It

I am having a love affair with Ziploc double zipper gallon-sized bags. I have pretty much packed everything I'm going to take with me in these bags, INCLUDING a 35" x 70" bath towel. I have also given up a few for weight considerations. I gave up a second flashlight/fan combo because once I put it in the mesh bag I was putting my "keep handy" things in, the bag just got too heavy. I gave up my 2nd ExOficio vented and pocketed overshirt. One should be enough. I gave up my new white wicking t-shirt because, well, you know, I have no idea how dirty I'm going to get, and it's WHITE for goddess' sake. WHAT was I thinking? Plus, as a large woman, I figure it will be easier for me to by shirts in the mens' departments "over there" than it will be to find pants big enough to fit me. Because, you know, every single woman I've ever seen that was from Europe was thin enough to be slid through a mail slot. Not to mention being about 5" shorter than I am. Thus, even after long and serious consideration, I did not give up any pants. And, I will not give up my towel. Again, it's a size consideration. I want a towel that will GO AROUND me. I do not want to be stuck in some God knows what kind of condition showering facility trying to hide behind a postage stamp! Plus, if you've never tried it, a towel makes a pretty good makeshift blanket. They're warm.
So, this morning, I walked with my newly-packed mochila (backpack in Spanish). It fit well, it didn't shift much, and it also felt good knowing that if I did get caught in a downpour, and didn't get my poncho on in time, the majority of my "stuff" would stay dry. Can't beat that. I also packed my carry on bag the same way, because once I get to London, all the stuff in the carry on will go into the backpack (yes, there's enough room), and the carry on bag folds up into itself, and will go in the BP as well. After I manage to get where I need to be in London via tube, train, stairs, etc. I'll know more about whether or not I want to keep everything I brought. Of course, some of it, I'll use up. But, if I get a complete wild hair, I may ask my friend to see if I could talk her into taking a few things back for me. We'll just have to see, I guess. But I'm not giving up my towel!
Humorous Blessings!
Crone

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