When I get eager about traveling, I tend to go a bit over the top with things I love and will miss.

Like running and swimming. I can’t usually run in the countries I visit. Shorts are typically out of the question and the one time I ran in Mozambique, I was chased by children. It was fun, while a bit odd. So, I’m thinking I’ll leave my Speedo at home and wear my running shoes with the hope I’ll at least be able to get in some great walking. Something tells me a lap pool is too much to ask to find in the Andes, but you never know. (There is in fact a lap pool in Mozambique. No kidding.) I’ve run a couple dozen miles in the last week and been in the pool nearly every day. I’m living strong for Rex — who just finished his first round of chemo and is doing well.

And eating. I usually avoid dairy when I travel because I’m getting more sensitive and more picky about what I’ll eat. One gulp of unpasturized milk and I am a goner. I also love to eat vegetarian beforehand because it seems greasy mystery meat is a staple of the developing world. This week: veggie burro, enchilada style green with mucho queso por favor.

Then there is the crafting. Singer, how I will miss thee. Thankfully my knitting needles are portable. After a marathon session of domesticity this weekend, voila — six new Amy Butler bags. (Did I mention I brought home a new favorite drink from my recent trip to Seattle? Cafe Americano is a shot of espresso with water. Add a couple of Splenda and I’m in heaven. Make any correlations you please.)

New crop of swing bags with African fabrics

Swing it, baby.

In town bags2

We’re going in town with these fruity pieces of arm candy.

Off to Starbucks! I’m going to get all this working, packing, running, cleaning and writing done before I leave even if I have to climb behind the counter and put on a green apron myself.