Nein!
I used to work with this Gen-X guy who lived rent free with his parents until he was about 30. Nice enough guy, but he was a bit of a spoiled ass and tended to take everything for granted. I remember one Monday, after a couple days of prowling the local bars and drinking heavily just to get rid of the microbes I’d encountered, I asked him how he’d spent his weekend.
“Ah, went to Amsterdam for a couple days. Wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as cool as Oktoberfest in Germany.”
The little bastard. By the time he was 20, he’d hopped the Atlantic a half dozen times and regarded a trip to Europe like a drive to the Old Port. It steams me mostly because I’m envious. In fact, I can feel the gnawing sense of hate rising like bile at the back of my throat just thinking about it. Anyone have a stick of gum?
So, I’ve never hopped the pond. Maybe I’m just stridently provincial and feel strongly about staying on familiar soil. Did you ever think of that? Or maybe 
I’m just poor and ignorant in matters of travel. Does that make me a douchebag? I suppose it kind of does, huh? Well, screw you all. I hate long flights anyway. If you’ll pardon me, I’m going to run into my room and cry into my pillow for a few hours.
Pardon the girlish antics. It just seems that everyone but me has frolicked in far flung places. You people yawn when telling me about your trips to Egypt or back packing through Yurinstain, near Prague. I get emails from people who mention in offhand ways there recent travels to Brazil by way of Zurich and around the horn at Ouchithurts. It steams me, I tells you.
With that in mind, here is one of our regular bloggers while she was hanging out in Mannheim, Germany. She just sort of mentioned that, as though chilling out in Mannheim is like hanging around the mall. I think she was secretly mocking my weekend trip to Frenchman’s Hole, up near Bethel. I mean, it’s a nice little spot out there in the woods. Does that make me a loser?
I guess it kind of does, doesn’t it…
