The year is 2026. You have your freshly renewed passport ripe for the stamps and just picked up a pair of brand-spanking-new walking shoes for all those miles you’ll be putting in. You’ve had your eyes set on the cherry blossom festival in Japan—a major event that requires some seriously well-timed traveling. And then, the unthinkable happens. The cherry blossom festival is cancelled. “Why me?!” you wept with your face turned towards the sky so that the venegeful tourism gods might hear your...