There’s something in the air. Can you feel it? No, not the joyous plumes of charcoal smoke from a lost summer’s worth of backyard barbecues. Not the sea air, either, mingling with the sticky scents of salt and hot fryer oil. It’s not the jasmine or the jacarandas or the warm beer or fresh waffle cones, or the collective sweat of a billion or so bodies released back into the wild of summertime in the city. The feeling in the air is travel — and it’s happening.
Or if it hasn’t happened for you yet, you’re likely, hopefully, planning it. With vaccination rates up, infection rates at an all-time low, and long, distractingly gorgeous days teasing us through the windows of our played-out quarantine abodes, a vacation feels imminent. Your cousin went to Las Vegas with some friends in May; your neighbors are heading to Honolulu next month; the parents are planning a week’s drive up Lake Michigan; and you’ve got your eye on Oaxaca. And maybe Memphis. And definitely Palm Springs.
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We are undoubtedly the lucky ones — our wandering spirit is a privilege that remains elusive to much of the world, for whom needing a vacation is the least of their concerns. Spotty vaccination rates and coronavirus variants continue to ravage communities across the globe; some are in what seems like a perpetual state of lockdown as they try to get ahead of third,…
