It's true that there is no perfect place to travel. No ideal locale that will suit every individual's whim. You might love a particular destination while for someone else it's a little too busy or there's not enough [insert whiny tourist gripe i.e. coffee]. But I think it's also true that your experience and what you take away from a trip, mostly comes down to attitude.
I've recently return from a week on Norfolk Island - a big family trip where we all stayed in one beautiful, big house and explored every inch of the island we could possibly squeeze into seven days. Now Norfolk Island actually wasn't high on my hit list of travel destinations but my parents planned the trip and I'm generally a get-on-board-and-enjoy-the-adventure kind of person and when it comes to travel, I think it's the only way to be.
There's something beautiful about planning. Especially when it comes to travel. It's the way that it builds anticipation and excitement. Those hours spent exploring accommodation options and Google images of remote beaches. It gives you some evening inspiration to explore rather than zoning out in front of Netflix for countless hours.
Anyone who has travelled anywhere knows that things always work differently to home – sometimes a little bit, and sometimes a lot. When you are just passing through, you notice them, you might even have a little chuckle about them, but you tend not to be bothered too much by them – in fact, they generally add to the charm of being someplace else. It’s not until you spend some time somewhere, put down some roots and get a mailing address, that you really realise that you are properly not in Kansas anymore, Toto. After a while, you start to miss some stuff about home that you’ve never really thought much about before. Some of those things that work differently – some of them begin to grate. Sometimes a little bit, and sometimes a lot. But some of those things that seemed so strange at the beginning actually make more and more sense the deeper in you get.