I love to travel. No, it is beyond love, it is pure unabashed travel lust, all the more acute now that I travel far far less than before. I’m like a cat poised to pounce. Just mention a destination, the farther the better, and I am in the air before the words tumble fully from your mouth.
The other day I heard a piece on the radio in which the guest (I’ve forgotten who it was, unfortunately) revisited the wild imaginings of The Jetsons, so many of which exist today: videophones and wide screens, monitors and futuristic (or so it seemed) architecture. I am still waiting for Rosie the household robot to at the very least serve me a cool lemonade or clean the litter box for, alas, hope springs eternal.
What it of course brought to mind, once I got the Jetson’s theme out of my head (and now it’s back again naturellement), was an image I saw of the Airbus Concept Cabin, something Airbus’ CEO describes as a “seamless travel experience while caring for the environment.” Yea, that, and great views of the clouds, not to mention “sound curtains” which float over your head while you fully recline (to any transoceanic traveler that alone makes your heart do a little flip of joy).
I used to love to fly, now I hate it. No, not because it frightens me, because it doesn’t and never has. I’m the type who can comfortably sleep through take off and landing. I hate it because it has become so very uncomfortable and exhaustingly boring, especially tortuous when I think of how much each flight is costing. Flying used to be quite elegant and pleasant back in the day.
There is hope, let’s see, projected for about 40 years from now when I hope to still be alive albeit just a tad old. That’s about the time I expect to see cars that drive themselves reducing human error (and the danger of accidents) to zero. What a beautiful world. Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats…