I’ll be honest with you, I don’t really care about physically traveling.
I don’t care about seeing the Mona Lisa, or the Taj Mahal, or the Great Wall of China someday.
I don’t care about riding a camel in Egypt or taking dumb first-person photographs of girls taking my hand and “leading me into the wilderness.”
I don’t care about all that.
That’s not why I travel.
That’s not even the half of it.