In French, I would say, "J'ai des papillons dans mon ventre".
A twinkle of the eye or a glimmer of sparkly diamonds afixed in the cosmos yet accessible to us for just a second. Yes, "I have butterflies in my stomach".
Whenever I see beautiful places and sunny dispositions of the staff that will be attending my stay, I frankly with some guilt of indulgence, feel exhilirated. The idea that everything that is at my disposal, minus the sauna because it is reservered Platinum Express, rejuvinates me.
I can swoon through the reception and embody the Customer that I am. Fully understand the value of my money and how it was earned it, the will to explore my options and weigh the value of the product I might decide to splurge on.
From the most grand Presidential Suite, with free champagne and fresh yellow roses on the vintage oak mantle, to the most basic camping site with a clear view of the starry nights and ample space for my roasted marshmallows and hot chocolate, the value of my dollar stretches when I travel.
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Before I sign off, might I grasp your attention to another idea that has not originated by my own experience on this planet, but rather an idea that developed through time and dropped onto the waiting laps of those with eager minds, "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness." This fantastic quote is from Mark Twain, destined to ring true in most cases except when you lose your cedit card and cannot find the nearest branch.
And thats another issue...