Sometimes I’m a pretty selfish dude. There’s no since in denying it. It’s tough to watch someone else have all the experiences while you know that, at least for the foreseeable future, you’re going to be sitting at home in your bath robe trying to remember why it is you go to work every morning. That’s the one thing that makes travel movies at large persona non grata in my household during long stints of inactivity. How many times can you watch someone else have all the fun before you start breaking dishes? I wish I were kidding. If I see one more movie about an exotic locale described in a never ending string of superlatives I will, without a doubt…probably watch it a second time with envious eyes and start planning my own adventure filled trip to this land of milk and honey where everything is bigger, better, prettier, older and newer than everything else I’ve seen. Because, let’s face it, I am MUCH too selfish to let everyone else have all the superlative experiences.
