In my 20s, i was an intrepid round-the-world backpacker. Now in my 30s, I've become a business traveler, on planes probably every other week on behalf of a worthy non-profit that I love. I'm the one who looks distinctly out of place in the frequent-flyer early-boarding queue: I'd rather be taking a yoga class or building a cozy fire in our fireplace back home.
As tourists, we're into the arts (especially art museums and galleries), long rambling city walks and good (healthy) food. As guests, we understand about caring for someone else's property like we'd like them to care for ours.