The Dalai Lama once said that once a year, you should go to a place that you have never been before, and this is something I embrace wholeheartedly. Last year I spent six weeks exploring New York City, tripped round Vancouver, ice dodged in Norway and experienced my first trip to Paris, and its an addiction. I love the feeling of stepping off a plane and immersing myself in a totally different country as much as I love the familiarity of going back to somewhere I have been before, which is why I take the trip to San Diego whenever I can.
The next few years are going to be a little different with my baby on the way, but I have managed to scratch the surface of Italy twice this year, a long weekend in Portugal and get a month in San Diego under my belt, so its not all England! We are off to Crete in three weeks for a baby moon, and then its the long way down to the baby's arrival.
Despite all this I absolutely hate to fly. The bun fight of the low cost airline gives me nightmares, and the horror of long haul flight meals and remembering to pack enough food to keep me going for a ten hour flight drives me mad. Although I've mastered the pain of landing and now just rejoice that i've arrived, I still cant cope with the take off, I just hate it. And I can't be the only one who prays for a good movie selection on long haul flights to get me through the boredom of thinking I need the loo every half an hour.
So the Expedia Golden Age of Traveling piece has me interested. Gone are the days when lobster was served on flights, but at least the in flight entertainment is now a little more developed than some postcards and a pack of cards. Given the choice I would still chose to flight today thanks to the fairly good value cost of a trip away but I d love a lobster roll....
What would you prefer, the Glamorous Fifties or Low Cost Current Times?
This post was brought to you in partnership with Expedia; all thoughts are my own.