Modern workers such as myself are big on our vacations. Unlike the serfdom of times gone by, where obtaining permission to leave the ditch to pee behind a bush was considered “getting away from it all”, we spend a lot of time, money, and thought into exactly how we are going to spend a week or two this year pretending we don’t have a house, job, bills, or responsibilities. The possibilities for doing so are numerous and nowadays almost nothing is outside of a couple of flights, sleeping on a well-traveled bed in a small room for some ungodly sum, and spending the day traipsing arounds and gawking while the locals are all thinking, “Man, when I get a vacation, I am getting the Hell Out Of Here.”