In a few days, I am leaving for my first vacation in 3 years. I’ll be hitting London, Lake Lucerne, Paris, Venice, Florence, and Rome. I’ll be gone for three weeks so this may or may not be my last post until July 15th.
Right now, I am running around trying to check off everything off my list of things to be done before I leave. See accountant and go to bank. Check. Get the pic and price of the Bottega Venetia handbag my mother wants me to buy for her when in Italy. Check. List of French sunscreens with the ingredient Mexoryl I want to buy while there? Check MakeupAlley.com. Go to the Post Office to ask them to hold my mail. Check.
Check current museum exhibition schedules and store hours of all the places I want to go since I want everything to go like clockwork. Check the airport website for the latest regulations on what I cannot take with me on the plane. (My father just got back from a trip days ago and the airport nazis confiscated his toothpaste and hair gel.)
And last but not least, what reading materials should I take with me on my long trip? My books of choice are novels which I dont mind throwing away and leaving behind in the hotel trash once I finish reading them. On my last trip, I brought some bodice-rippers that were in my TBR Pile for at least 10 years. Well, I am all out of bodice-rippers so this time, I am thinking of taking all those new-to-me authors whose books I have been meaning to get to. So far, I found copies of Imagine by Jill Barnett (authors people find funny never seem to work for me), The Seduction of an English Scoundrel by Jillian Hunter, and Conquer the Night by Selina MacPherson (who? I cant remember why I have this in my TBR Pile) to take with me. I’ve been meaning to try Julia London who seem to be very hit-and-miss with a lot of peeps but I dont have a single book of hers in my pile.
Probably because she sounds like an author I would need to borrow from the library. Darn it.
My contingency plan is that if I cant finish any of these books, I’ll run out and get a Mills & Boon (which goes by Harlequin Presents to us Yanks). I loved the recent Smart Bitches blog likening these books to a cup of instant ramen noodles. 🙂 Brill-i-ant. When desperate, a book about the billionaire sheikh’s blackmailed virgin secretary bride’s secret baby can pass off as a romance. Almost. But better than what passes for single title romances in Europe the last time I checked — Nora Roberts and Barbara Taylor Bradford. No offense to Roberts fans but she aint my cuppa. I’ll much rather take that cuppa overprocessed ramen noodles every single time.