I hate it now after years of traveling for my work, hate airports with a passion, it gets to you if you are using them two, three times a week.
I can well imagine. I did accompany my wife on a trip to Florence, and the following year, a trip to Venice. I enjoyed the magnificent art in Florence, and I had a really great time in Venice--loved the people, the food, the wine, the gelato, the other-worldly feel of that one-of-a-kind city.
Slam, I would have like to see London, and the rural sections of England. I told my wife to make sure she saw Gad's Hill, Dickens' big house where he wrote most of his great novels; but they were rushed, and missed it. As a Dickens lover, that would have been one of my main reasons for going.
I suppose that if we had the kind of life style where you just turn the key in the door and blithely drive off to the airport, I wouldn't mind going with her on her overseas jaunts. But with our animals and all the stuff we have to take care of, it's a big deal to arrange, and then I worry about it all while we're away. We live in a very beautiful area of New York State, and at this stage of my life, I feel no need to go elsewhere, except maybe to hop into the Z3 and take a drive out to the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania.