It's different strokes for different folks (remember that TV show?) of course, BUT shock, horror... When our family was young, I hated going abroad on holiday. 🤔 So much organising for three children and their constant bickering when away from their familiar surroundings, possessions and friends. We went because my husband wanted a complete break away from work and to be out of touch by phone etc. but he moaned constantly about the children's refusal to eat anything they weren't used to and my obvious lack of enthusiasm! Early on, I refused to go self-catering. That was a proper busman's holiday! Guess who did all the food prep! It was eat out or don't eat! I would (privately, of course, I wasn't a complete shrew!) count the days down till the mid point and then say to myself, "Right! We've broken the back of it now!" Then I'd continue to count down until that airline allowed me to come home, where I (and the children) could relax. I was unable to leave before that plane was ready to take me and I felt trapped.
Friends and family couldn't believe I was so reluctant to go away but when you've sat on a beach or beside a pool, looked round a church, admired a landmark, read a hundred books, searched desperately for shade (Ephesus springs to mind) and eaten in a restaurant a few times, you've done it all. I can do all that, if I choose, here in the UK and I can decide for myself how long to stay and get home, if I wish to, under my own steam. I don't dislike flying or driving. I just prefer to be in control of me!
Now my family are flown and my poor, long suffering husband died nearly fifteen years ago, I still feel the same about going on holiday! It's just not worth the hassle or the expense! My daughter has three young children and she feels the same as I did back then.
By the way, how did shrews get such a bad rep?