I just watched a horrifying video about 'traveling in the Golden Years'. Well, maybe 'horrifying' is an exaggeration, but the presenter lays out a strong case for traveling-while-young. He says that — in travel terms — '60 is the new 80'. The video URL is https://youtu.be/xoewiDwNuTQ.
I responded in the comment section:
I'm 82 and my wife is 79. Everything you said tracks 100% with my experience. — Our first real European vacation was in 2001. I was 58, I did the itinerary myself, made all my reservations via the enbryonic internet, and had a fabulous (correct word) experience. Repeated the exercise several times, but by 2014, I was noticeably slowing at age 70. I had always wanted to clinb to the top of Bruneleschi's dome in Florence and couldn't do it in 2015 — made it halfway before throwing in the towel. Now we're traveling much more sedately, dammit.
As I watched, I found myself nodding and muttering "yes, that's right" at several points. He talks about the three factors that affect the travel experience: time, money, and health. When you're young, you have health and time but not money; you're building wealth. In middle age, you have health and money, but not time; the job is eating most or all of it. By the so-called 'Golden Years', you now have time and money, but the critical problem is health; bones are old and brittle, muscle mass is slowly ebbing away, and your lungs don't oxygenate like they did when you were 30.
Norene and I made our first trip to Europe in 1996, in our early 50s. We went to Sweden before heading to London for Mensa's 50th anniversary gathering, and topped it off with a jaunt to Scotland. Along the way, we went to Paris via Eurostar. I tell people that I took my wife to Paris for her 50th birthday; it was August 21st, 1996.
For the next half-dozen years, we collected passport stamps from Austria and Germany (2002), Scandinavia (2003), France again (2005), and Hungary and Czechia (2006). In 2008, we led a 'tour' — four friends — to Paris and environs, and did the National Parks of the American Southwest in 2009. By then, we were in our sixties. Travel was becoming strenuous, but not intolerable.
Events conspired to force 'staycations' on us for the next few years, at which point we decided to try river cruising, doing the Rhine from Amsterdam to Basel with Viking (2014), a very enjoyable trip, all things considered.
In 2015, we traveled with a group of eight to Italy, starting with a repositioning cruise (16 days), followed by five days of limo-touring using Rome as our forward operating base. When the other six flew back home, Norene and I hopped a train to Venice and joined a two-week Rick Steves tour of Northern Italy ending back in Rome on the final day. That trip was a killer, mostly because the tour buses that got us from town to town usually couldn't get into town close to our lodging. We had to hump our luggage from where the bus dropped us, along cobble-stoned streets and up and down staircases, to get to our rooms. Thankfully, this only had to be done every other day. Even so, it was exhausting, and we were very thankful when younger folk on the tour offered physical assistance. When we arrived home after five weeks on the road, we needed a vacation to recuperate from our vacation.
We did another repositioning cruise in 2018 — again with friends — to Spain and Portugal, then nothing (because medical expenses chew up your RMD pretty fast) until 2024 (Ireland bus tour) and 2025 (Seine river cruise).
We're itching to get back to France for one last hurrah, and that might happen next year. If it doesn't, it may mean that our travelin' days are over.
Keep your fingers crossed for us.
