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Same here. And I can't possibly explain it. If I'm at home, I can't stand to be inside with nowhere to go and the same things to do over and over. If I'm vacation on dry land, you'd sooner catch me dead then wandering around the hotel, no matter how swanky it is. I'm the kind that has a detailed itinerary for every hour of every day weeks ahead of my departure date, and backup plans should something not go to schedule.
But put me in the middle of the ocean, and that magically gets shut off. I don't care what I'm doing or what I'm not doing or what I could be doing. All I care about is making sure I know exactly what food is available at what hours and when sunset is so I don't miss it.
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