I admit that my story has no merit, since, to the envy of some, even if it was for work reasons, I have traveled all over the world. The experience makes you a great expert on airlines and hotels, to come to the conclusion that in the matter of airplanes comfort has a price and, on the other hand, when it comes to accommodation, the most expensive is not necessarily the best .
The last time I took a transatlantic flight with Iberia, at snack time they let us choose between a mandarin orange and a gummy muffin, while the hard-working flight attendant was ashamed of how far a company that had been a flag and now it’s in a disposable handkerchief. And that’s not to mention the ever-shrinking distance between your seat and the one in front. Stepping onto the plane and walking through the business class cabin (having enjoyed it on occasion) towards your position in row 44 is a journey between heaven and hell and you feel like Scarlett O ‘Hara swearing to yourself that this will be the last time you feel miserable.
The worst thing is that if, like now, you explain it, only those who have gone through the same experience understand you, the rest consider you, and rightly so, an unbearable bitch who complains about everything. OK, I accept the criticism, but understand that over the years I have ended up getting phobic about long and even short trips, and let’s not say low cost companies, in which the only right you have is to curse them and suffer them in silence, lest they deny you boarding.
All the great travelers I know, mainly those who travel for work, reach such a point of saturation that when they are offered a pleasure trip on vacation or in their free time, it is very difficult for them. First, because traveling on behalf of others is not the same as doing it with the resources of your own pocket, but, mainly, because you never get to share the illusion of those who see travel as an adventure versus the routine Sometimes you are like the guest who stays sober at a party where the rest are already a little drunk; there is no way to share his joy.
