Look, I love to travel. It makes me feel human again. It quiets the endless tabs open in my brain. I’m at my best wandering aimlessly through a new city, armed with questionable Wi-Fi and a half-charged phone, chasing the next unexpected moment. But let’s be honest—this whole “European Summer” thing feels more like an aesthetic now than a vacation.

Every summer, the same thought creeps in: “How the hell is everyone affording this?”