Everyone should read this book which exposes the racist colonial exploration roots of modern tourism.

I’ve had no interest at all in traveling to Asia or the Caribbean Islands or anywhere that local people live in poverty.

Nor do I like going to beaches–and Coney Island is a beach right in my hometown that is famous. Why would I go to Cambodia to fry on a beach when I don’t want to glisten in the sun in my own backyard.

Plus–hello–I’m a woman so traveling alone in another country is risky.

Airplane Mode was unsettling in its reality that American tourists are really only engaging in consumerism when they travel the globe and buy trinkets and souvenirs in India and Africa.

I would be interested in reading about the demographic composition of tourists: their source of income; their mindset; why they have the need to travel 12 hours on an airplane to bake on a beach in Bali.

Other countries build new hotels to keep up with the demand for tourists coming into their lands.

I just don’t get the love of beaches and cruises and the desire to see the Taj Mahal or Great Wall of China either

Nor do I have any interest whatsoever in traveling to Paris where it’s said they don’t like Americans as we won’t learn French.

There’s a better way of spending our extra money that I’m going to talk about in a coming blog entry.

It hinges on treasuring what we have and living a life we love. Without needing to go into debt to go on vacation to escape burnout or grind culture or other toxic trouble.

For one I think a person can find the job they love and remain employed at it. Not that the paycheck is always going to be great. Yet you can love your life right where you are.

Yes choosing carefully what we spend money on–and opting to forego the Cambodian Carnival Cruise in favor of fun right at home–could be the ticket to paradise.