Guest post by Nick Hilden
The first time I ever went to Europe, I was a college student going to Paris for several months of study. I had not traveled all that much, and I ended up packing foolishly. When I decided take a break from my studies to visit Barcelona, the recollection of dragging my overstuffed suitcase through the streets caused me to reassess my situation. I threw out full sized bottles of shampoo, gave away most of my books (especially the 3,000 page volume of Proust), left behind my heavy coat (It was the middle of June. Why had I brought a down jacket?), and cut my towel in half. This was a rather extreme, on-the-fly learning situation, but over the years and many more travels, I have come to be something of a expert at packing.