That feeling of touching the beach sand of your dream travel beach destination after a long flight, being polite at customs, dropping ketchup on the passport, dropping the passport  in the baggage check tray, haggling with the airport taxi drivers and then waiting under the burning sun for a grateful car drive to give us a ride to the end point, that feeling is something. 

And Yes, the journey it takes to reach that dreamy beach something is as strenuous, as it is relaxingly blissful in the remaining countless days you slum it out on the beach with your tin can food, withered hammock, velvet yoga mat, and doubling it with ice cool Ray Bans along with your straw hat and rich Rolex watch loosely dandling on your wrist for when just in case a yacht with the Miami babes show up.