EDITOR’S LETTER
Our Voyage section this month got me dreaming. Not of faraway powderwhite beaches, long reaches under sail or zipping into some cool beach bar in a tender, but just getting on an airplane. There was a moment in September when I was due to fly to Italy after six months of being grounded and it caused me genuine anxiety. I had forgotten how to travel. Where had I stuffed my perfect-for-the-overhead-locker weekend bag? How much toothpaste did I need? Did I have enough time to charge all of the 14 devices I’m convinced I need before I leave the house? The trip was canceled at the last minute due to a surge of Covid-19 cases, which was handy as I had packed eight shirts and no underwear. I’m hoping the…