I was 25 years old when my wife and I got married. We honeymooned in Italy. It was the first time that either one of us had traveled overseas. It’s been almost 20 years, but from the sights and smells to the sounds and textures, I remember almost every moment of that trip in vivid detail. I can still imagine the taste of the fresh olives, gelato and seafood.

My trip last year to Florida, on the other hand, is a bit of a blur. Some memories are clear, but I have a hard time distinguishing my 2019 spring break trip from prior ones.