Baggage

This year, we've gone on more trips with other couples than usual. It's always fun to add more people and watch the dynamic change. It also brought home the fact that A & I are so used to travelling together that either of us can plan the entire thing, and the other will be just as happy as if they'd planned it themselves (happier, really, because we're both lazy like that).

We're off to New York today, mostly because I'd a bunch of freebies to use up before they expired. Last night, A was a bit busy, so I offered to pack his luggage for him. I was a bit nervous, even as I offered, because he always wants things done just so. You should hear his treatise on opening chips packets. 

Anyway, he agreed, and reminded me about three times not to club our stuff in one suitcase. Ehm. I packed one bag for 2 months' travel; so obviously packing a full, albeit smaller, bag, each, for 4 days, is sub-optimal. 

And yet, as I packed his stuff up today, I realized travelling with separate bags is probably one of the biggest contributing factors to our comfort when we go to places together. 

... I was just interrupted by his walking in and inspecting his suitcase. No comment, which I consider high praise. Ah, persnickety perfectionists. So funny.