Sun on my face - packing bags for vacation is horrible This morning I woke up from the sun shining on my face through the window. A thunderstorm travelled by over night and left branches of trees all over the garden, but this morning the sky is so blue, that I wonder if I dreamed about thunder and lightning. Now I made some laundry and have to start with a unnerving task: pack by bags for a two weeks trip to spain. I HATE packing bags because I never know what to take with me. I always end up with the wrong dresses and the wrong shoes and forgot something important. Whatever, I am looking forward to walk along the beach next week on sunday, with whatever I packed, watch my baby pug play with the waves and have some icecream with my hubby in that fancy ice cream bar overlooking the shore. Sun on my face, this is what I make myself think of now. Because who the fuck cares what you packed or not when you are at the beach, the wind tangling your hair and the smell of sand and islandflowers in the air? You name it :) Noone. Have a nice sunday, everyone.