Somewhere between “character-building discomfort” and “why does my spine hate me,” I decided to travel with inflatable mattresses. You can laugh now—but after a few weeks of rock-hard beds, you’ll understand why this might be the smartest travel tip for the fussy and the aging.
What I actually pack after years of travel: the useful, the random, and the stuff I’ve finally stopped bringing. Plus: the binder clips I’d never leave home without.
