It's a small world, after all.

Escapism. Sure, that can be a guilty pleasure.

Forget the stress of adulthood and ignore your responsibilities for at least a week. Isn't that what a good vacation is for?

Well, for me, the ultimate escapism involves much more. Regression to childhood is necessary.

So even though I love to go places and see new things, my ultimate guilty pleasure (travel wise) involves Walt Disney World. I've not been a bazillion times, but I have lost count.

I don't care if everyone else on Peter Pan's Flight is 10 years old or less, I love the rides as much now as I did when I was a kid.

Guilty as charged!