So, my less than supportive sister (you can probably guess which one from the photo) expressed a deep concern she had been harboring. She was nervous about how I was going to come back from our adventure with presents for her if my 1 carry-on was packed so tightly.
Being the peacemaker that I am and not wanting to start a skirmish by disclosing that the only thing she is getting is a postcard - I said, "I've already figured that out. Each of the last six days, I am going to throw away my under clothes (I need new ones anyway) which will free up some space."
"Oh," she sighed with relief as her fears lessened. "I guess that diamonds and gold don't really take up that much room anyway."
