Yes, Mom and Ed, I am beginning to realize that I brought way too much!

As I was in the process of packing for this trip I kept adding more and more "important things" to the ever-growing pile of junk that I was going to have to tote from Frankfurt to Barcelona. To make matters worse, everyone was sending gifts with me, for Albert, Maria, Maiol, and Roger. And these were not "light" gifts (pottery, etc.) Both my mother and my boyfriend teased me about the packing process, saying that I was going to be exhausted from having to carry everything. I don’t think that I ever realized, until I started having to lug everything through the train stations, just how much crap I had brought along. I was more than willing at some points to jettison it all. But I persevered.