Mochila o mochilita?

A year ago, I was trying to decide what to take with me and what to leave behind.  I had a very naive idea of the things that would be important for this trip.  Over the course of the 550 miles, I kept a running list of the things I let go and the things I chose to carry even though I knew they were a burden.  (There's a broader life lesson in this for another day.)

Camino planning - Draft #2
May 2016

Most of the things in this picture were packed, though two of the hats and the swimsuit were omitted (and they would not be missed).

I took Marie Kondo's advice and thanked an item before leaving it behind along the way.  This seemed to make it a little easier for the black tank and the water bottle.  (The Lush deodorant was not in this category since 1) it didn't really work and 2) the Irish contingent told me it made me smell like roast lamb.)

For months, I have been living a semi-nomadic life with items either in Huntsville, at my parents, and or here with me in Argentina.  Frequently, I've been in one place wishing I had "the thing" that was in another.  But it's been fine.  I've always had what I absolutely needed and this, like the Camino, has left me thinking quite a bit about the things I should carry.