Getting there is half the fun? No, it makes you wish you never left.
But once youâve left behind the anguished purgatory of the plane, with its environmental guilt, dehydration, viral anxiety, literal butthurt, and inescapable vortex of human sounds and smells, you can be wherever you are.
After, that is, you pass through the gauntlet of physical and moral tests that constitute the airport and then endure the inevitable car ride that extends your agony in a miniature simulacrum of the flight. But then, finally, like primitive man in his edenic state, you are once again free - free! - to enjoy the bounty that is our birthright as thinking, feeling organisms.
Until you have to get on the plane again - where a part of you will always remain, trapped, suffering, tainting your enjoyment with the knowledge that freedom as a concept can only exist in the context of a larger captivity.
But try to have fun anyway!