Tastes like Chicken

And I shall eat a little crow.

My first attempt to pack for this trip - taking into account the need to swim, cover from the sun, dress up for dinner, and really dress up for at least one night - resulted in a pile of clothing far too large to fit into my rolly carry-on.

Despite my claims that I could pack for months in a carry on, I had to work pretty hard to get the pile down to a reasonable size. And then I remembered that I had to pack a pair of dress shoes. As you may have experienced, these don't squash down much.

Aaargh!

So, I abjectly apologize to my sister for picking on her for packing like a Victorian steamer-trunk traveler. Eek!