no iPhone or other phone to maintain connections,
no wedding ring,
and no other jewelry.
Instead, a fake purse and wallet to offer up to street thieves.
To give you an idea of the kind of person I am, I usually travel with my distance/driving glasses (the ones I wear to watch television and movies in theaters too), reading glasses, and a spare pair of regular glasses in case mine break. Then there are the "pool glasses", which are a very old pair of plastic glasses that I wear when I'm in the ocean or the pool. On this trip it will be just the one pair on my face, which I will hopefully be able to hold on to.
Only one book. I haven't figured out which one yet, as this is such a big decision.
Just one carry-on bag and a Scottevest.
And a Moleskine journal with #2 pencils to write in.
Instead of bringing my chi blow dryer, special shampoo and conditioner, hair spray for color-treated hair, texturizer, hair-repair leave-in conditioner, round brush, and clips for sectional drying, I'll be toting just a small brush and shampoo.
We will be somewhere where we don't speak the language nor understand or appreciate the culture.
Obtaining clean water and healthy food are mysteries that we will figure out once we get there.
I will be washing out my few articles of plus-size clothing in a sink.
We're going for the wedding of our nephew and his fiance, and are delighted to be able to do so.
It will be a very short trip with no sightseeing for me or side trips--just the wedding.
It will take us a day to get to Florida and then another day to get to Brazil. Ditto the return.
An exercise in being present and letting go and embracing uncertainty.
I am completely terrified.
Oddly, this is fine and feels appropriate to me.
It has been 30 years since I've left this country and a decade since I've lived a luxurious American lifestyle, traveling in comfort and style, and living the same way.
I feel like I'm diving off the high dive.