Do you know the book by Barbara and Allan Pease: Why men never listen and women can not read a map? Yes, probably. Yet another book on the worlds of difference between the sexes, and especially difficult to understand. But better than the series Mars and Venus too childish at times, the book of Pease became a reference for our couple, book-standard that we used to laugh often base our mutual misunderstandings. Last example tonight: the departure date for our next trip is near, tension builds upon the organization of luggage ...
Of course, if you're a couple or if you've been, you know that:
Him: you need two pairs of tennis for a week? "
She: you're sure you want to take the entire toolbox?
Him: you take a 5 mm to dive in the Caribbean?!
She: it is perhaps not obliged to take all three masks?
Him: You really want to take 3 bottles of after-shampoo?! ...
She: you can not take a walk with the same tee-shirt during your stay ...
In short, a world separates us ...
How do you do ... We, at the beginning of our life together, we decided that I would handle clothes (but he manages his shoes), hygiene kits and pharmaceuticals, and menu options such as international plugs, the mosquito, etc. ... Meanwhile, the man would fill the bags of all diving equipment. We're lucky: he is more experienced than me in diving (and therefore knows deal with all eventualities) and I am traveling very light matter trinkets. I piloted common bag, his T-shirts by side with my laces.
But after a year ... and after many exhausting journeys in very different conditions, we decided to separate bag: Man, you see, is likely root traveling, I like things simple but not wrinkled. And then next dive, my bag weighed the equivalent of a dead donkey (the phrase is not mine!) And seeking my fins I stumbled on a trifle high-tech or very specific kind of rope reel dives gallery drowned ... But where was past my mask fetish?! ...
So tonight, preparing the dive bag. In any diver, it will not be too difficult: it myself some years ago, I knew perfectly well that to go diving it was enough to grab my bag tidy since the last trip, with each element rinsed properly (note the sea salt that blocks all zips if they are not rinsed thoroughly before being stored), properly folded and stored in a specific order. With Man in the house, I discovered my bag gaping leg combi stupidly languid outside like a cancan dancer who failed in our cellar! Vests are stacked in a corner (where is mine?! ...), My neoprene hood lying on a table and I have rolled sheets red filter in my bag (for camera flash) .
Me, manic birth on everything I own, like if you touch my stuff I'll bite you! (Because that's what I always guarantees that I will find my property to the state and especially where I left them), I cringe and stomp. Damn, I put everything away in Malawi, combined dry, well-folded, sealed bag with a small padlock whose key lies at the bottom of my backpack, as usual. Eight years since I use the same small padlock. But here, the padlock on the bag did not withstand a sudden Jigsaw: Man did not know that my keys were available and three weeks ago, it looked like a crazy lights for cave exploration holidays with children (he has found elsewhere) ...
Result after carefully restores my bag tonight (all crumbs sucked, but where did they come?! ...), I realize that this bag is dead because I can not close properly before to provide employees of airlines, so ... I must change bag!
In short, after two hours, we each have our dive bag ready to go in cargo. First step.
Because the second stage will come very quickly, preparing bags of camera gear! Everyone's suitcase, with the goal (great for photographers!) Have each under the control of its own equipment and manage its own self ... Hmm ...
Man has two suitcase. And more equipment than me.
I only have one suitcase, but a little larger. And less hardware ... The aim will be to play it fine for that man not invaded the many corners of my suitcase! ... Because then, everyone is responsible for his suitcase. Its closure. And its content.
The man is an artist. The bohemian artist.
I'm pragmatic. Trend careful.
(I just corrected me the first adjective that came to mind, with the same rhyme ...)
Two worlds coexist.
But in one week will require everyone to do his personal bag, stage costumes for him some clothes decorated with relaxation to unwind at the end of the day, held practice for me, to each his toilet kit and each his pharmacy and his shoes. And there, ladies, for once is the man who will have a larger bag than mine: because despite my 3 bottles of after-shampoo, I take less clothes than my spouse star!
Then, and you, how do you handle crises pre-departure? Who does what at home? ...
