In lieu of my usual ‘postcards from…’ emails , I thought I’d tell you what I packed for the next week of doing pretty much nothing. I’m very nosy when it comes to other people’s packing lists, so I hope at least some of you will find this amusing.
This is an unofficial honeymoon and about as spontaneous as I get—we were kindly invited out to Ibiza as a wedding present by a family friend, last week—and with no plans in sight for the next seven days, I am enjoying letting my type A tendencies take a breather between life events before they pour over the next militantly scheduled trip. We have already driven on the other side of the road (we meaning Ivan; I was responsible for giving the wrong directions) and washed down juicy red prawns with cold beers, so the holiday is off to a promising start.
As we arrived yesterday night, I don’t yet have a week’s worth of photos of these clothes in their intended settings—hot cars, sandy/rocky beaches, splattered by olive oil at a plastic table. Instead, I’ve worn about five days’ worth of outfits in ten hours, so as to communicate my vision. I don’t usually try on all my things before packing them, so this was also practical, and not, as I would otherwise tell myself, content for content’s sake; the vacation wardrobe is less amorphous now, which is good as I am stuck with it and whatever shirt I can nick from Ivan’s hangers while he’s not paying attention.
Being a planner, you would think I’d have all of this set in stone (or at least Notes App pixels) before flying, but I kind of enjoy nursing a hazy idea of what I’ll wear and let the spirit of the place compel me.
Now for the list, which includes clothes, accessories, and beauty products…
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