Travel is great, period, but I think especially for both reading and writing. For writing, the inspiration is obvious. And there simply is not an appropriate substitute for reading Jack London in by the light of a campfire, Frost’s Mountain Interval in a Northern wood, passages from Gates of Fire at Thermopylae, Paul’s discourse to the Athenians from the top of the Aeropagus, Thoreau on the banks of Walden Pond (on a quiet, misty morning)…
I lament that I failed to re-read “A Tale of Two Cities” during trips to London and Paris.
To me, context is everything.