Pack These, or Regret It: The Ultimate Vacation Shoe Edit
Packing shoes for a trip is a delicate art form. It’s a balance between “What if I need heels for a fancy dinner in Santorini?” and “I’m definitely wearing the same sandals for 7 days straight.”
Spoiler alert: I never need the heels.
So, here’s my honest, slightly scuffed, very real shoe edit – starring the heroes of my summer suitcase, past and present:

Adidas sneakers – I always bring pair. One is my ride-or-die sightseeing shoe (a little worn, a little dusty, but chef’s kiss comfy).

Slides – I own three pairs. One is still kicking. The other… let’s just say it’s earned retirement, and I bought a new pair this season. You see, my willpower won, not my wallet.

Birkenstocks – Are they cute? Debatable. Are they lifesavers on the beach, by the pool, or when you’re too sunburnt to care? Absolutely. Mine are very… loved. Like, “don’t zoom in” level loved.

Ballet flats – The unexpected MVPs. I resisted them for years (too dainty, too not me), but one pair made it into my suitcase last summer, and now? They’ve earned permanent residency. Perfect for when I want to look like I made an effort—but still sneak in comfort. They fold flat, take zero space, and somehow make even my airport outfit feel a little Parisian.

Cotton sneakers – These are the wild card: super lightweight, breathable, and they pair well with literally everything — from denim shorts to flowy dresses. They’re like the shoe version of that one friend who’s always down for anything. They’re machine washable and always come out looking as good as new.
And no, not all of them look brand new. Some have sand in them from last summer. Some have mysterious marks I swear weren’t there when I packed. But honestly? That’s the charm. These shoes have stories.
Would I love a full set of fresh-out-the-box Insta-ready kicks? Sure. But I’d rather bring the ones I know won’t betray me after 15,000 steps and three melting gelatos
So tell me: what are your vacation shoe essentials? And do you ever feel lowkey guilty about leaving half your closet behind?