There are people who, when they travel, wrap themselves up, 'se défendans de la contagion d'un air incogneu' in silence and suspicion. When they dine they must have the same food they get at home. Every sight and custom is bad unless it resembles those of their own village. They travel only to return. That is entirely the wrong way to set about it. We should start without any fixed idea where we are going to spend the night, or when we propose to come back; the journey is everything.
- Virginia Woolf