Taking stock

I left New York on October 10th, 2009 with the following:

two pairs of jeans,
two sweaters,
four tank tops,
two t shirts,
two long sleeve shirts,
one rain jacket that makes me feel like a superhero,

one city jacket,

one bathing suit,
one pair of waterproof hiking boots,
one pair of street sneakers,
7 pairs of underwear and 2 bras,
one bag of toiletries,
one tent,
one sleeping bag,
one pocket knife,
one compass,

one flashlight,
one yoga/camping mat,
one blank notebook,
two books, and,
two dictionaries (French and Italian).

I returned to New York on March 2, 2010 with the following:
one pair of jeans,
one sweater,
two t shirts,
one tank top,
two long sleeve shirts,
one rain jacket that makes me feel like a superhero,
one bathing suit,
one pair of not-so-waterproof hiking boots,
one pair of Italian leather boots,
one pair of rock climbing shoes,
9 pairs of underwear and four bras, (I may have crushed on Italian lingerie even more than I crushed on Italians),

one pair of Italian stockings,

one (Greek) cotton sundress, 
one bag of toiletries,
one tent,
one sleeping bag,
one pocket knife,
one compass,
one camping/yoga mat,
four notebooks, full, and,
four books.

The weight of my pack was between 12 and 15 kilos during the trip, depending on how much food and how many books I was carrying. I traveled through four countries (Ireland, France, Italy, and Greece), and five if you count Sicily (which I do), and six if you count Northern Ireland (it's technically the UK, but in my heart, Ireland is one green beautiful island, united by Guinness and literary genius).