Banjo Man doesn’t believe in traveling light. He needs his special pillow. His special blanket. His sleep apnea machine. Laptop. Bag of vitamins and supplements and medications. Food containers. Snacks. Cooler. Clothes. Good grooming supplies.
That’s why he needs a rolling cart.
I, on the other hand, travel with this:
Banjo Man eats his way across the country. He will have oatmeal, fruit, juice and coffee at the hotel breakfast. Then he will eat two oranges and an avocado in the room before showering and packing up. When he gets in the car he starts in on the sunflower seeds, almonds, apples, water and Cheez-its.
I drink 2 cups of coffee and eat half a protein bar.
He loves his tuna salads at Subway.
And chocolate Frosty’s at Wendy’s. We left Colorado one morning and before we were an hour down the road he wanted lunch. At 10:30 AM. Since I have the metabolism of a potato, I rarely snack and only eat one meal a day (not counting the half of a protein bar for breakfast). Banjo Man is like a giant catfish, opening his mouth and scarfing down anything he sees.
He stays cheerful while lugging all his stuff into and out of hotel rooms. I wonder sometimes how we stay married.