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As you no doubt know, today is National Squirrel Appreciation Day. Yes, it has rolled back around already! Time to get out your squirrel-themed dinnerware and gather the kids to listen to classic tales of squirrelly derring-do. Like the one about Idaho’s heroic Joey, who leapt on a burglar who was trying to steal the household guns. “Damn thing kept attacking me and wouldn’t stop till I left,” said the suspect, who was soon apprehended by the cops; positive identification was easy thanks to all the little claw marks on his arms. Incredibly, not everyone celebrates this uniquely American holiday. My sister-in-law dismisses these fluffy-tailed rodents as “rats with better PR.” But squirrels are amazing creatures. They can leap across a space ten times their body length. Arctic squirrels spend eight months a year in the longest and deepest hibernation of any animal. Their California cousins can survive fights with rattlesnakes (scientists are still trying to figure out how they metabolize the venom). Do squirrels deserve their own holiday? I say hell, yeah. Why not let squirrels have their day? By this time of year, the big annual festivities are (thankfully) behind us, leaving time to celebrate simpler joys. Today, for instance, is also International Sweat Pants Day, National Hugging Day, and National Grandma Day. So pull on some sloppy athletic pants and go hug your Nana — or the nearest squirrel. Your choice. This past week Rich and I celebrated National Shop for Travel Day, although to be honest I had no idea such a holiday existed, let alone that it fell on the second Tuesday in January. But when I happened across that fun fact online yesterday, I considered it a good omen. Clearly the Universe is supporting our intention (NOT a New Year’s Resolution) to travel more — and with even less baggage than usual. As my regular readers know, Rich is a die-hard fan of luggage-free travel. He’s never happier than when he’s strolling to the train station with nothing but a toothbrush, a passport, and a few odds and ends in his pockets, wearing sturdy outerwear and the world’s fastest-drying undergarments. Going baggage-free is fun from time to time, but I generally like a few more creature comforts. (Call me a hedonist.) For road trips lasting weeks or months, we typically each take one small rollaboard, with mix-and-match clothes that will stand up to lots of washing. But for our current long-weekend road trips, we are going even more minimalist, sharing a single small suitcase, one that divides in half with zippered compartments to keep us sorted. Because how much do you really need for a couple of days without any social engagements beyond hanging out together? Rich and I began considering ways to downsize our luggage following our January Ideas Club gathering, where the theme was “enough.” As you’ve no doubt observed, modern society pushes us toward a sense of scarcity in hopes of influencing our behavior, mostly our buying habits. We’re always being told that standards are rising and frankly, we’re not measuring up. Despite the fact that most people reading this blog have more than enough of life’s essentials — food, clothing, shelter, and heat, to name but a few — we’re told we should be as worried as one of our cave-dwelling ancestors who has just been chased out naked into the snow by a bear. No wonder 62% of Americans admit to overpacking. We modern humans may not have to dodge too many bears these days, but we are constantly chased by the expectation to compare ourselves to celebrities and 20-year-old influencers. And that requires massive amounts of clothing and grooming aids. Luckily for me, I’m traveling with a man I’ve been married to for nearly forty years. He does not take me for granted, but I can’t say he’s always a keen observer of my wardrobe. Just the other day he glanced at the trousers I was wearing and asked, “Hey, are those new?” They were the oldest pair of pants I own, faithful companions on fifteen years of journeys around the globe. You can see why I don’t worry too much about satisfying his need for novelty in my attire. So what is enough stuff for a relaxed three-day, two-night road trip? Basically I wear one outfit: pants (often those comfy old favorites), a warm sweater, a long-sleeved t-shirt, sneakers, puffy vest, long puffy coat, scarf, hat, and gloves. In my half of the suitcase I pack several long-sleeved t-shirts, socks, underwear, loose yoga pants, a pajama top, and furry slippers. I just bought a smaller toiletry kit for the bare necessities. That’s it! Rich packs even less. Which means there would be plenty of room for our devices (one laptop and two e-readers) in our common suitcase. But I prefer to keep those over my shoulder in a separate bag. On crowded trains we sometimes have to leave luggage in the common shelves by the exit, and why chance losing expensive electronics? This way, in the unlikely event someone ever swiped our suitcase, they would be deeply disappointed at the meager pickings, and it would be easy enough for us to replace our stuff. Now, some readers may be wondering why, if I am in southern Spain, I need a puffy vest, puffy coat, heavy scarf, hat, and gloves. Shouldn’t I be basking in warm sunshine, here in my Home 2.0? Yes, I should. But we’re experiencing an unusually cold winter, with temperatures often hitting freezing and lots of fog and rain. If you’re coming here in the next week or so, pack for London, not Seville. The upside of this kind of bad weather, which I’ve now experienced in Cádiz and Córdoba as well as Seville, is that it helps me catch up on my sleep. I get up late in the morning and take long afternoon siestas, made all the more blissful by the sound of rain on the windows. I can see why many anthropologists are now coming around to the idea that proto-humans used to hibernate. That theory sprang from discoveries in northern Spain’s Sima de los Huesos (Pit of Bones), one of the world’s most important fossil sites. Skeletons from 430,000 years ago included adolescents with marks of a particular kind of malnutrition associated with going into hibernation without sufficient fat reserves. The adults apparently did just fine. Our furry friends in the arctic ground squirrel community get a solid eight months of sleep a year, which strikes me as a trifle excessive. But I can see the appeal of a long, deep sleep. Imagine being snug underground with a tummy full of fat and nowhere to go, nothing to do, no headlines to read. I don’t need to tell you this has been a tough winter — in many ways that have nothing to do with the weather. “These are the times that try men’s souls,” said patriot Thomas Paine. “Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered.” So what can we do? “In winter,” wrote Game of Thrones author George R.R. Martin, “we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.” And remind each other that spring always comes. I want to take a moment to thank all those who reached out to us after the terrible train crash in Córdoba on January 18. Thankfully, Rich and I are fine, although horrified at the tragedy that has rocked Spain. We’re also a bit shaken to think we were riding those same trains on those same railway tracks just one week earlier. We are counting our lucky stars. 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12 Comments
Karen Lesch
1/21/2026 06:22:32 pm
Thank you for the footnote to this blogpost telling us all that you and Rich were not involved in the recent train accident. You were the first people I thought of when I heard the news.
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Karen McCann
1/21/2026 07:06:01 pm
You're not alone in being an overpacker, Karen. It's easy to get caught up in "what-ifs" and "just-in-case" thinking. And of course, it is much simpler for me when I am traveling with Rich, who doesn't worry much about what I am wearing and will barely notice that it is the same sweater all weekend. For special occasions, like family gatherings, we of course pack more, but rarely exceed a single small bag each.
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Maria
1/21/2026 07:08:39 pm
Thanks for bringing Squirrel Appreciation Day to my attention.
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Karen McCann
1/26/2026 06:10:06 pm
May celebrating Squirrel Appreciation Day become a new tradition in your family, Maria! Not all my relatives are fans, but I am doing what I can to spread the word about how amazing these creatures really are.
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bill kimball
1/21/2026 08:15:39 pm
Thanks again Karen for the great humor and unique subject matter. Always fun to read your creative thoughts.
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Karen McCann
1/26/2026 06:12:51 pm
Great to hear from you, Bill and I'm so glad you liked the post. As for knowing when to schedule our train rides, it was sheer happenstance — probably due to all those good luck places we visited in Córdoba. We miss you too! Hope to catch up this summer when we're back in CA.
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Nancy Solak
1/22/2026 12:16:05 am
Your columns are always upbeat, and I appreciate it considering the awful news stateside.
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Karen McCann
1/26/2026 06:18:41 pm
Everyone has a different style of packing, Nancy. Just look at geekgirltravel above, with her seven bags! I don't want that kind of burden, or bright green hair, for that matter, but I give her credit for her convictions. Stick to your guns, and travel in the way that suits you best.
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Catherine Hutchison
1/28/2026 04:36:04 pm
Nancy, thank you for reminding me to find my tiara and shine it up for Squirrel Appreciation Day next year. My family may have a slightly different take on the holiday. My silly Brother-in-law, Bill, has maintained a mythical squirrel restaurant known as Squirrely Bill’s for about 25 years. Some of us grew up with people hunting and eating squirrel. My husband actually grew up eating squirrel dumplings.
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Faye
1/25/2026 06:41:19 pm
Enjoyed today’s post, Karen, even though I had to go searching for it! It seems it couldn’t find my email address!?
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Karen McCann
1/26/2026 06:33:27 pm
Sorry to hear you had trouble getting this post, Faye. Internet security runs amok some times, so try checking your spam folder. If it happens again, send me an email ([email protected]). There's a work-around I can do if necessary.
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Linda Donahue
2/1/2026 05:55:46 pm
Hysterical and charming post, as always. Your visuals/cartoons are amazing, and I always wonder where-in-the-world you found such spot-on commentary on your message. It's a wonder!
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