Traveling seems to elude me now that I’m busy raising two little kids ages five-and-a-half and four. But I have a backlog of trips that left a sweet aftertaste, so much so that I can practically take myself to clear Caribbean seas or to the rainy Scottish highlands for a few minutes. As much as I treasure these trips for the glimpse of “otherworldliness,” the trip that means the most to me only lasted four days. It was no vacation; in fact, the reason we assembled this past February was to at...