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I might potentially enjoy something like an Atlantic crossing, almost like the maritime version of camping, in respect to my immigrant ancestors from the 1920s, but I just don't understand the appeal of mediocre food with no options, cramped conditions with no options, and constant marketing and price gouging with no options, a fixed itinerary with no options, and all the while calling it luxury. "Luxury" to me is time and space and quiet and choice.
We did an all-inclusive for our honeymoon, almost twenty years ago now, and we both got so bored, and so sick of horny Brits sunburned into boozy lobsters, that we hopped a flight to Miami for the second half of it.