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Pray for me. I love traveling, especially the food, the nice people, the pretty girls, the beautiful scenery... Okay, so maybe there is no "especially". I like almost everything about traveling. But spending 2 days alternating between locked in a cramped airplane seat on 16-hour flights or sleeping on a crowded terminal floor, with a grumpy wife, and being grumpy myself, and a bunch of other grumpy travelers, and struggling to stay clean, and standing in line after line after line, and getting searched, and baggage checked, and passport checked, and picking up luggage, and rechecking your luggage, ALL WHILE TRYING TO ENTERTAIN A 4-YEAR-OLD WITH ASPERGER'S WHO WANTS TO SPEND EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE RIDING EVERY ESCALATOR AND ELEVATOR HE SEES OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
This is why we only go home every 2 years or so. The food is still worth it, but... Oi! The discomfort is such a high price to pay.