Holidays have never been important to me. Rant follows:
When we went away for a fortnight in the school holidays, I'd be counting the days down until day eight, then I'd tell myself, "We've broken the back of it. We can go home in 7, 6, 5...... days." Our three children, taken away from their friends and possessions, would bicker and fight out of boredom. My husband expected me to make every decision from where and what to eat or to visit because he "made decisions every day at work" never mind that I also worked and looked after three children! Mine was truly a busman's holiday! Hey ho!
I think I just prefer to be in charge of myself and not have to spend a fortnight waiting for a plane to take me home.
I read recently that although younger people, particularly millennials, moan the most about global warming, they are also much more frequent flyers than the so called boomer generation.