I checked my reflection in the mirror the other day and saw nothing different, but clearly something must have changed. Ever since I backpacked through Europe for a year after college with a copy of 'Europe On $5 A Day,' I have lived for my next vacation. Work, however rewarding, was just what I did between trips.
There's something about travel -- whether you're flying, driving or sailing -- that brings out the jerk in all of us. Like the guy in seat 26B just in front of me right now on a flight from Honolulu to Los Angeles, who is probably a nice guy on the ground. But put him on a plane, and shortly after takeoff, he jams his seat into my knees without so much as an apology.