My friend had the Game of Thrones finale ruined by a tweet.

Oh totally! What hit me weirdly was how walking messes with your sense of time. You stop watching the clock and start moving by how the shadows change on the street or when a smell from a bakery pulls you in. It turns the whole trip into this loose collection of moments instead of a schedule, and you end up remembering the feeling of a place way more than a list of sights.