I just got back to Berlin from another awesome weekend in a different country; this time, it was Slovakia. Last week, it was Portugal, and in the next two weeks, it will be the United Arab Emirates. While we always had a penchant for packing our suitcases, boarding planes, and waking up in new cities, we never really took this so seriously until we moved to Europe last year. Being here (in what some would consider the geographical center of the world), its logistically easy for Monika and I to pick a country, find a hotel, and book a flight.
This has, of course, come with a lot of discovery. Discovery of the world around us, and of the person within. My parents can confirm that as a young child, I used to pack for a vacation weeks - sometimes months! - in advance. Now, with both the length and frequency of our trips, I am lucky if I pack the night before. This is not because I have become careless or unorganized. Its because now I know precisely what I want to bring with me, and moreover, its the adventure (and not the planning) which excites me the most about a new place.
Of course, this is also something which comes with age and experience, and of course also with a minimal no-fuss wife.
