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November 11, 2015

The adjective "luxury" makes me cringe from somewhere deep within my viscera, especially when it refers to vacations.  I don't need my hotel bathroom to replicate a spa.  Hell, I don't even like spas while at home.  I can "turn down" my own bed, lug my own bags, iron my own shirt (if at all), and the dining I do is called eating.  I don't want to see 14 countries in five days.  I barely want anyone speaking English to me if I'm in a country where it's not the first language.  I can figure stuff out on my own.