Booking a well-rated, clean and pretty hotel in Paris (in the apparently hip and fabulous 9th arrondissement) for four nights...?
Being on something of a booking buzz (...zuh?) and proceeding to also book Eurostar tickets, with one-way fares from Paris to London and return fares from London to Brussels (no need for Amsterdam as Bruss-Amst trains run on the hour and it's not cheaper to pay in advance)...?
That distinct frisson of giddiness that sparks up in your belly when it hits you that you'll be traversing Europe by train -- the trains you just booked online from your lounge room -- and finally discovering all of those dazzling metropolises...?
There are some things in life money can't buy.
For everything else, there's Mas--
Yeah, okay, you catch my drift. Hee!
Seems that the pesky and heretofore absent travel bug (as referenced in the post below) is fiiiiinally rearing its furry little travelly head. A furry little travelly head with cute cartoonish googly eyes that bulge out with excitement. DUH.