People don’t usually talk about the stresses that come with leaving for a big trip. So let me tell you, it’s hard.
I had done a lot of prep work in the months leading up to the trip but there’s only so much you can only do far in advance. By the beginning of October, I had all the gear I needed for the trip. I had a subtenant signed up and was just awaiting our landlord’s approval. My itinerary was complete. Everything I could book was booked. I was as prepared as one could be.
Then came the week before our departure. Prior to departing for our trip, Marc and I were still working. I was working late nights and weekends and Marc was pulling all nighters for weeks on end. (In fact, I was working up until Friday, remotely.) While working our ridiculous hours, we also had to pack our bags for the trip, a bag for our return in the winter (we will be staying at a friend’s apartment for a week when we get back in December), and a good chunk of our apartment (We finalized our sublease in the last week too. The landlord approved but wanted a 20% fee on top of our monthly rent – luckily our subtenant a were willing to help split this cost). We also had to make sure we were prepared for our trip (i.e. getting our necessary shots, medicine, etc) and of course, having sprained my ankle, I had to go to a bunch of doctor appointments. Plus, we wanted to catch up with ours friends and family before we left for two months! There just wasn’t enough time in the day for everything and we ended up staying up until 2a almost every night in the weeks before the trip. It was all very exhausting.
The night before we left was really crazy. I worked an 8-hour day, went to a doctor/PT appointment which ended up taking 2 hours, did laundry, packed, and cleaned out the apartment for the subtenants moving in. The hardest part was packing my 55 liter backpack. It was quite a nightmare. (See more details in the Packing post).
While packing, Marc and I were going through our checklist of stuff and I asked if he had his yellow fever immunization card. “What yellow card??” (This shot is required to enter Bolivia and is recommended everywhere else.) It was around 11pm when we realized this and he started frantically figuring out his options. Luckily we live next to a CityMD urgent care center so he could get his shot in the morning. So again, we sacrificed precious shut eye.
We woke up super early the day of our departure. In the hours before our 1pm flight to Lima, we did some final clean up, packed up our toiletries, Marc got his shot, I dropped stuff off at the Salvation Army (couldn’t do this in the weeks prior because of my ankle), and we barely caught our train to the airport. (Don’t worry, I didn’t fall and sprain my foot this time. I already learned my lesson: take it slow.)
We got to the airport as scheduled and thus began our trip! Or so I thought…