I just returned from a trip to Munich. Staying in one hip hotel, the Ruby Lilly, I got to my room and proceeded to unpack enough clothes and shoes to open a store. Munich, evidently, was a breeze to pack for. My doppelganger threw everything from my closet into my luggage, zipped it up and I was off to cart around Bavaria with all the comforts and contents of home. Don’t . . . just don’t.