I love to travel.
When I get on airplanes, I always assume everyone is going to the same place I am to do the same thing.
If it's a conference, I assume everyone on the plane is going to the same conference; if it's a holiday, I assume everyone else is going for the same holiday. I'm often wrong, but since I don't like talking to people when I travel, my illusions are rarely broken.

Last week, I left Istanbul for Berlin to celebrate Passover with my boyfriend and his mother, but just this once I had to catch myself; how many Turks fly to Germany to celebrate a jewish holiday?
It was a very uncomfortable feeling. Fortunately there was free alcohol on the flight. The person sitting next to me tried to make eye contact, but I managed to avoid it.