The other day, my coworker Ric dreamed he was in Haiti. He was walking on top of the water there, looking down at the fish swimming below. "Why Haiti?" I asked. He wasn't sure, but apparently the night before that, Ric's subconcious took him to Chile.
"Hey," Ric said, "it's cheaper than flying."
For the rest of us who can't afford the airfare, for those of us with a less inventive subconscious who can't depend on the thrift of dreamworld travel, there's Destination Literature.
If you haven't visited this relatively new section at Booksmith, and if the fresh springlike air of our uncommonly warm first of February had you restless to go somewhere new, check out the literature there, shelved geographically, and if not cheaper than a good dream-filled night's sleep, at least you won't have to pay for the hotel.