I will never again have to pretend I like holidays. I can't stand the tedium and indignity of travel, especially when being herded through an airport. I find foreign destinations (unless, like Venice, I know my way around) difficult to adjust to and I cannot stand being fleeced and despised by the locals as a tourist. I am always, without exception, ill when I eat non familiar food.
I am not saying I won't ever travel abroad again, but I will not pretend I think it is as brilliant as similarly aged frinds who holiday 5-8 times a year and come back with groans and complaints about the low points of their trips.
