Today's journey isn't as strenuous as next week's will be so it's nice to be able to relax and enjoy the time. It's so odd, these airplanes and airports, these non-places that make us feel like we haven't gone anywhere but suddenly time has passed and it's dinner when we left at breakfast. And now we don't even have to be bothered by other travelers as we play on our laptops (like I'm doing right now), our mp3 players, smart phones, and eReaders. These little pockets of isolation may be a comfort to many American travelers but we lose the adventure of long trips on a train or car, the necessity of getting to know one's fellows in order to pass the time. Each encounter adds a new gyri that forms a piece of our identity. So when we spend the whole time with ourselves, who do we become?