Travel is going solo. Travel is forging your own path. Travel is taking leaps of faith. So claim my travel-writing colleagues, though Atlantis’ 60-foot Leap of Faith in the Bahamas isn’t what they had in mind. Visitors drip and shake with giddiness. And here I am, shuffling forward with them. Sharks circle the pools below. ∏he experience oozes manufactured fun,inauthenticity, yet my heart races. “You’re up.” An attendant motions for me to move into the slide’s entrance. It leads nowhere. A blind drop. I adjust my shorts. “Don’t bother,” chuckles the attendant. I smile. Travel is waiting in line for a wedgie.
