I had a job that had me traveling a lot . I got very used to international travel, alone. I thought I’d miss it, when I retired. That turns out not to be the case. The thought of getting onto a plane, turns my stomach. I like being other places, but the process of getting there , has become a nightmare. I’ve been traveling internationally, since I was a child. Things have changed.
its a fundamentally miserable experience, and the stealth fees, high costs, and general bullshittery make me hate it.