movie spy, arriving in a new city, has a luxury hotel and all the accoutrements for any scenario. In fact, a movie spy is just a “regular [person] with a billion frequent flier miles and Diamond-Encrusted Executive Scepter Elite boarding status.” Here’s an excerpt below. For what it’s worth, I travel with wicking layers, but passed on the legs that zip off at the knee. Gotta draw the line someplace, I guess.
When you and I pack for a trip, we’re so preemptively defeated by the thought of weather and strange places that we take crushable hats and wicking layers and comfort-fit pants with legs that zip off at the knee. The spy, whether he’s stylish like Bond or casual like Jason Bourne, never looks like he’s traveling. But rain or shine, he always has just the right outfit. That may be why, whereas we stick to tourist areas and look in a guidebook to figure out where to have dinner, the spy can go anywhere he wants. He strolls into the classiest and most dangerous bars, the finest and grimiest restaurants, the ritziest and seediest casinos. He may pay for this freedom by being, say, attacked by komodo dragons. But doesn’t that only guarantee that, unlike our own vacations, the spy’s trip will never become tedious or disappointing, but will always see him living each moment to the fullest?When you are totally comfortable traveling – finding the local cafe, navigating the language with a few key words, enjoying a sunset at the most romantic little restaurant – do you feel like a movie spy?