This is our new home. Our new adventure. The beginning of something wonderful.
Last night we brought it home and started to pack our gear on to it.
This is the top case that we added to the 2003 BMW 2 1150 GS, (We are going to name, our BMW, Willow after many of you suggested it. Thanks for the great name!) The top case is our dressing room, bathroom, office, photo lab, kitchen, bedroom… you name it we got it in there.
It is 52 cm., or as they guy at the motorcycle shop said, "It holds 25 liters."
You know how everyone in the world has a gift, a talent, a special trick up their sleeve. One of my gifts is I can tell without measuring if something is going to fit or not. For example when the man at the shop said the top case was 52 cm and could hold 25 liters. I knew exactly how much I could pack, and how much weight I could bring. Or at least I thought so…
I thought 25 liters meant the weight I could bring, not the volume it could hold. That is also another gift I have: Dyslexia, I turn most things around.
Hence, I packed perfectly 25 liters, of our lives into a 52 cm top case.
But when French Husband went to lift it he said, "What do you have in here? Bricks?! The kitchen sink?"
So then he opened the top case (Chelsea and Sacha, will appreciate and can attest, that their Daddy loves to check, and recheck, and check again, over and over, every little detail, of everything we do. Which for me is a very good thing, even if it drives me bonkers.)
He pulled everything out.
He told me (the Queen of Packing) that I had packed too much!! I told him that he was a Drama King, that too much implied that I had an extra bag or something. I pointed to the top case and said, "Everything fits so it isn't too much."
When French Husband saw the neat little packet that I had made containing a small cutting board, knife, cork screw, small cups… he rolled his eyes and said, "You DID pack the kitchen!" Then when he saw the small, table cloth that I thought would be handy as a blanket to take a nap, or to sit on for a picnic, to dry ourselves after a swim… He said, "Corey your jacket is your table cloth, towel and ground cover." As soon as he said that I felt sorta sad imaging how my new jacket was going to look after this trip. "It is going to get so dirty!" in which he said, "Duh!"
Well dear friends, then he saw my SLR camera, it weighs a ton. He said you gotta take the smaller one. In which case I unpacked every little thing I could get rid of in order to take it… and I mean every little thing down to the bare essentials…. but I have my SLR camera, and I am going to be dirty and smelly because of it.
This is my comfortable armchair in our small living room. Doesn't the motorcycle rim add a snazzy flair to the decor? Do you like my soft, silk pillow for my back? It is the perfect touch isn't it?
French Husband's favorite part of the bike is the motor, the engine, the body and soul of the bike. He has wanted this bike since he was a kid. He is a happy kid today!
This is the lock to our front door. Let me tell you it weighs a ton. There is also a massive chain, to attach and lock the back door too.
This is the beginning… the starting point! We are off, heading towards Italy. We hope to reach Milan this evening.
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