Would-You-Rathers for Your Summer Vacation

Would you rather create a color-coded spreadsheet titled “Potential Vacation Yurts,” or save yourself the trouble because you know you’ll end up at the same beach rental you’ve been going to for the past seven years?

Would you rather have an “Eat, Pray, Love” experience, or an “I Am NOT Going to Get Up Today!” experience?

Would you rather save up your vacation days for a longer trip, or spread them out to enjoy “Summer Fridays” (logging out from your remote-work computer and sitting on the floor eating popsicles)?

Would you rather spend twenty-four hours waiting out flight delays in the airport, or sipping an iced latte and rage-liking other people’s vacation photos on Instagram at your dreary data-entry job?

Would you rather have the airline lose your luggage, or be seated next to someone on a ten-hour flight who has an exciting crypto opportunity for you?

Would you rather suffer the embarrassment of falling asleep on the shoulder of the stranger seated next to you, or deal with some stranger falling asleep on your shoulder?

Would you rather set an alarm for 5:30 A.M. every day to make the most of your time and explore new locales, or actually, like, you know, get some rest and enjoy your time off?

Would you rather have an Airbnb with no spoons, or an Airbnb with a host who keeps dropping by unexpectedly to ask if you’ve had a chance to read any of her Elizabeth Gilbert books yet?

Would you rather get a sunburn on the first day of your vacation, or slather yourself in fifty-plus-SPF goo for its entirety?

Would you rather wear your best tankini on a crowded beach, or wear a caftan at your Airbnb, where you lie on the couch watching reality-TV contestants fight over who “gets time” to talk with a very boring man?

Would you rather look up from reading “Big Magic” and see someone who intimidated you in high school, or run into the man from the plane, who is still babbling about blockchain?

Would you rather do a three-hour uphill hike to check out an underwhelming waterfall, or take a three-hour nap at your vacation rental and stress-dream about how you missed out on the waterfall?

Would you rather spend an hour reading reviews of local tourist attractions, or an hour searching for freelance travel-writing jobs that exclusively require travelling to the beach?

Would you rather be sitting on a couch, unable to focus on reading “How to Do Nothing,” or in an open-air restaurant listening to someone loudly recount her romantic engagement story while you try to focus on the menu?

Would you rather buy beach snacks at the corner store, or sit at a bar eating peanuts and waiting for an intriguing stranger to walk in so that you can fall in love, write a best-selling book about it, quit your data job, and never try to understand crypto again? ♦