Trying to pack my suitcase for tomorrow and I'm totally clueless. First, not sure how long I'll be away for. Ordinarily I rewear clothes without washing them, so I'm like, oh I'll just bring 4 tops. But then I remember - it's the tropics! You'll be sweating up a storm! There'll be several costume changes! You'll smell like ass! You'll exclaim yourself to death!!!
Will I have access to a washing machine? Who can say?
Oh, and what do I wear to a funeral in the tropics when both your knees are embarrassingly bruised? I've only ever worn skirts or dresses to funerals. Oh well.
And Oops. I packed three pairs of shoes, so I'll be bringing four all up.
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