I drug my suitcase up onto the king sized bed. Unzipped it. Picked up a few items of folded clothing looking under them and then hung my head in disbelief. (((Sigh)))
No underwear. I had flown to the Bahamas and packed not one lick of underwear. I had two options to get through the next five days. The pair I had on, my bathing suit bottoms and a quick prayer that room service would replenish the soap every day.
By the end of the trip I had developed quite a system. Wear the bathing suit bottoms by day. Wash them out when I showered to get ready for the evening and then hang them up on a pant hanger from the air conditioning vent. #PantyPirateFlag Then when we made it back to our room at at night…do a little more bathroom sink laundry and fly #PantyPirateFlag number two.
I can only imagine what our room steward thought walking in every day. Honestly I didn’t care. After the initial shock wore off, it felt kind of freeing and it made me think about what else I could have gone without on that trip. Or any trip. Or in life for that matter.
What lessons have you learned about living with less?