A tour across southern Spain and Portugal took two small backpacks, a tiny little rented Seat (Fiat), campsites when we could find them, hostels when we couldn't and we ate like royalty in little hole-in-the wall cafés.
Fast forward sixteen years...
One overnight camping trip requires a tent bigger than one or two apartments I've lived in, a loaded down Jeep Cherokee (in our defense, the only reason we had stuff up on the roof rack was to leave room for Bella T. Doggie in the back), cooler for pancake fixings and chocolate milk, air mattresses, pillow pets, stuffed animals and a handfull of bedtime books because one wee girlie couldn't choose just one.
I'm forever grateful for that other lifetime. I carry many precious memories from then. But I'm even more grateful for this one. I still have that same hot man by my side so it's not like I've given anything up, really. Just gained two more to share our adventures with!