Luxury travel has always been hard to define. That’s what makes it interesting.
Growing up, I used to think Red Lobster was the epitome of luxury. Lobster? Unlimited shrimp? Downright classy. Seven-year-old me could not believe it when our family went one time. “Are we rich?” I asked my mom.
Now, even though the thought of cheddar biscuits holds some level of nostalgia, I haven’t been to a Red Lobster in years, and don’t really plan on going back. Funny how the definitions change as we age.
