I used to love traveling no matter how. I now hate airports and the tiring processes entailed in flying somewhere .
I used to like road trips or, at least, the idea of road trips.
I think I still like trains.
I still have the fantasy of traveling on a cargo ship .
Reference
Caminante, no hay camino / Traveler, There Is No Road
by Antonio Machado
“Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.”
Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.
translated by Mary G. Berg and Dennis Maloney
Stories from A Closet of Errors 