I'm not sure whether I need to mention what day it is, but perhaps just to remind myself.  It's only the second day on this self indulgent journey.  I am only starting my day so don't know exactly what is going to transpire, although we do have a plan.  At any rate we are following the path of the rail journey planner who has us visiting a city iconic tower, but really nothing else so we are going to seek out the city art gallery as well.  It's not 8am yet and we have until 2:30pm to kill.

I know that if I mention where I am to someone my age, they are going to regale me with their last journey to Paris, Rome, Florida etc.  I have heard so many people now talk about their travels as though they were some kind of accomplishment.  The other side of that is travel because I earned the privilege.  I feel like I'm kind of alone in my assessment of travel as unnecessary indulgence.  There is no doubt that the way we are traveling now is a product of capitalism and I think, not much else.  It appeals to an emptiness that people seem to feel in their everyday lives, scratches an itch as it were.  This definitely is not luxury travel at this point.  I'll have more to say about this later.