Pumpkins, apparently itâ€™s good news all around for travel. A whack of predictions all point to a rebound. Iâ€™m told Canadians are â€˜rediscoveringâ€™ Europe. (Did someone move it?) Business travellers arenâ€™t afraid of body scanners. Competitors are merging.Â I hardly recognize the joint.
Itâ€™s a bloody optimism-fest out there. Whatâ€™s the matter with you people? All I hear in Stepford-like staccato is:Â â€œWeâ€™re having a really good winter.â€Â â€œMuch better than expected.â€ â€œBookings are way up over last year.â€
Iâ€™d love to come over for fresh-baked cookies, but prices are still dropping like a would-be bomberâ€™s trousers. The islands are so desperate to recoup the cash they arenâ€™t getting from the hotelâ€™s meager coffers, they want to charge a $10 â€˜tourism taxâ€™. And Iâ€™m pretty certain most of you are cheering that move. Otherwise, no â€˜marketingâ€™ injections for you. Which means that by fall, weâ€™ll all be desperate.
But if youâ€™ll pass me some of what everyoneâ€™s smoking, Iâ€™ll gladly inhale.