A few weeks ago, I got this email: "Hello, We are looking for an exchange to New York for two weeks in November 2011...Would you be interested in coming to the Big Island of Hawaii at that time? We've got ocean, mountains, volcanoes; it's all here! Aloha, [Names omitted for privacy]"
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So, after much hemming and hawing, we studied a map and chose an inland destination: Burlington, Vermont, a town I'd been curious about visiting, anyway. We booked two nights in a dog-friendly hotel with wifi, and off we went.
Is it unrealistic to covet such a beautiful environment all the time? Or do we just have a knee-jerk tendency to call the most beautiful things unrealistic, so we don't miss them so painfully?