Twenty years ago, give or take, I had a ticket to Mauritius. Due to a combination of events too painful and legally dubious to go into here, I never went.
Since then, I’d filed it under a list of destinations that I’d dreamed of going to but probably never would… Vegas (too much fun), Timbuktu (too dangerous), Australia (too many crocodiles/relatives).
Mauritius I put down as too expensive, a luxury destination, somewhere I would only get to if I won The Price Is Right.
