I miss the days when a guy could wear a fanny pack and not get laughed at (assuming there was such a time). A Seinfeld episode popularized the use of man purses for awhile in the 90s, but my wife forbade me from carrying one, so now I have to jam stuff into my pockets or a day bag, which doesn't really work so great. By golly we need something for men that doesn't elicit giggles.
On an entirely different topic, do you go back to the same places in Europe, or elsewhere? When I was growing up our family and seemingly every other clan in West Virginia went to Myrtle Beach in the summer, because, well, that's what you did, my friends. Myrtle has often been referred to as West Virginia South, or as paw paw would say on our road trips, "Boy, we're on the hillbilly highway to the beach!" We would take our beer and bologna sandwich-filled coolers, a boom box with Merle Haggard cassette tapes, and have a grand old time. We saved money by camping and scavenging an old beach umbrella someone had thrown out.
Anyway, back on topic, do you enjoy revisiting places and if so, how often? For me the buzz wears off the second or third visit, unless it's been decades since I've been somewhere and I've more or less forgotten most of it. Of course there's nothing like the first time, like that song by Foreigner.