Let me start by saying sorry for the bizarre spacing–wordpress is dumb and so am I. Second, congrats the UNA for their performance at Southeast! Even more congrats for finding the Spartanburg nightlife–I hadn’t thought it was possible. Good luck gearing up for Nationals!
Closet storage. We don’t have any bureaus, and in my room Kate and I have to share a nightstand, which she graciously lets me use most of. We each get four hangers in the closet, and the rest of our stuff is in suitcases under the bed.
Snacks. There just aren’t any here. That seems like no great loss, but I seriously feel like I’ve been observing the most epic Lent ever over here.
Sweats. Like with snacks, sometimes you just need something comforting and home-like. I don’t do the whole bit with bringing pictures from home. If I miss my dog, I have pictures on my laptop. If I miss my dad, I listen to Bruce. If I miss the entire Harrington clan, I can watch Gram’s 80th birthday thing. If I’m sick or tired, I just want some sweats and goldfish. Well, I really just want Andrew and pad thai, but neither of those travel well.
Underwear. Let me first clarify that I did in fact bring sufficient undergarments for the trip. I did not, however, bring a ton. It’s such a pain to wash your underwear here, because it either goes in the ineffective washer and out on the line for all to see, or is painstakingly washed (still rather ineffectively) in the bathtub and then put out on the line for all to see. I think when you’re in a very strange environment, comfort is key (if you didn’t get that already.) They don’t take up much room, and are far more valuable than a lot of the space-wasters I brought. So for Benin, given how little room clean underwear takes up and how drastically it brightens my mood, I plan to bring enough so that I don’t have to wash it. Yes, I know this is absurd. But whatever, I’m the one going to weird countries, I get to decide what eccentric items make it possible for me to do so and not go insane. Apparently, it’s underwear, sweatpants, cheez-its and my teddy bear. Because I’m twelve.
School Supplies. It seems they can only be bought at rest stops here, who knows why. It would also be nice to leave some with some of the people I’ve met here, since pens and pencils are a commodity.
Rain Boots. We’ve been rained at and semi-flooded often, and seriously epically flooded once. I didn’t realize I’d need the boots here as much (or more) than I need them in Boston.
More stuff to give away. Toilettries, presents, clothing, medicine. I didn’t need the big bottles I brought that weighed down my suitcase, but in this instance it worked out because it means I have a bunch left to leave to someone like Miledys.
Cold Medicine. I was a sniveling mess when I left the states, and I was terrified they would think I had h1n1 (I didn’t, and had the vaccination card to prove it) but my parents thought they would take away dayquil and cough drops. Since then, I have wished I had them a million times. What’s the worst that could have happened? They take away my bargain bag of Halls?
Warmer clothes. This is the coldest “winter” Cuba has experienced in about thirty years. This country was not made for these gale force winds or temps toward freezing. We can’t even close all the windows all the way. For the first week or so, we wore all of our warm weather stuff all the time, even to sleep.
A bigger carry-on. They weigh the checked luggage, not the carry-on. Duh. Silly Delia.
DVDs. I know it sounds stupid, and that’s why I didn’t bring them. I’ll be in a tropical country, I thought. I’ll be too busy being tan and fabulous to do a silly, indoor thing like watch a movie. Yeah right, Bad-at-Packing Delia. It’s three months! There will be downtime, and there will be nights when you just want to stay in and relax.