The term "Travel light" is to me as foreign a concept as it would be for me to enjoy a mince liver pie with a side of blood sausage. I do not enjoy nor practice either. At least until now. I'll leave the liver pie on the shelf of "things-that-will-never-happen", but have actually pulled down the cabin-size trolley quite a few times lately. It all started with Ibiza (you may remember this frustrated post) , but got especially pronounced after I got my new cabin-size trolley from Samsonite, which is lighter than a feather, rolls like a royce and has a Mary Poppins-ish interior.
When I went to Stockholm a few weeks ago, I travelled with my new cabin-compagnon and fitted two outfits and a just-in-case outfit, an extra coat, laptop, reading materials and toiletries into the neat little number.