The desire to experience this kind of wrongness is seldom the explicit reason people engage in recreational travel, and it’s certainly not the only reason. (We also set out to visit friends, brush up on our Portuguese, see the Great Barrier Reef.) But it is often the implicit one. Sometimes, we want to be the toddler in Times Square. We travel to feel like a kid again: because we hope to experience the world as new, and because we believe the best way to learn about it is to play in it.
That is the most concise defense of travel I’ve ever seen.