Inevitably, this happens. We get jubilant, maybe irrationally so, at planning a trip. Especially a major one, of sorts. We try to find hotels and flights which coincide well with each other. Perhaps, allowing flight availability and costs to determine how msny dats. And, surprisingly staying an extra day lowers the airfare a substantial amount. You go with it.
The time for the trip comes and the excitement can be felt in the air. The trip starts off in a grand way. Go sightseeing. Catch a production. Or go sunning on the beach. Go on a tour or two, perhaps.
Then, slowly you start to get tired. And, you reach the point where you realize you might have stayed one day too many. This happened several times to me. It can be hard to gauge beforehand what is the right amount of days to spend in a place. Often, that last day is spent packing and waiting for a late check-out or waiting for a red-eye to take off. That last day of the trip can be mentally and physically brutal.
Then you get home, and you get to relive through stories and shared photos the grandness of the trip, which just occurred. All is right with the world.