Depends. If I ever go back to a cabin in Maine (we - the family - used to rent one, and one week I rented it by myself in my early 20s) - it was so much fun to make contact with the local lobsterman (a couple of times we got rides aboard the lobstering boat, although it was illegal for us to help out in any way, we could ride along). We went clamming and searching for steamers, moon snails, periwinkles, whelks, mussels. I was in my Euell Gibbons phase at that time, and so I foraged for sea spinach and other shoreline edibles. It was a blast to forage, and help cook what we brought back. Too bad we didn't know at the time that sea urchins would become a delicacy!
We bought lobster cutting out the middle man, and had a blast eating the foragings. There was a patch of wild raspberry on the island - Mom made the best cobblers!
Again, it depends. Foraging isn't possible everywhere, and if I'm somewhere foreign (to me), I WANT to delve into the local delicacies. I've been to New Orleans twice (both pre-Katrina). Even if we had cooking facilities in the hotel room, I'd have been OUT eating OUT.
Scotland (I was told) isn't renowned for its cuisine. I was there for two weeks in the 90s, and ate so many things I seldom see at home - or prepared differently than at home - loved everything (except the blood sausage). There wasn't an option to cook for myself, but frankly, I don't think I even thought about that. PS: I adore haggis...
There are several nations on my bucket list, and I don't think I'd need to cook in whatever facility I might be staying in during those trips. Maybe a breakfast or two, if I don't feel like going out early. Although honestly, there are three criteria for a nation to be on my future bucket list: Scenery. Culture. Cuisine.
When I vacation and visit my brother in his old home (he still owns) in Illinois, or when I visit him in Florida -- I'm happy to cook my own breakfast, and indeed volunteer to make some to share. They usually decline - their idea of breakfast is some juice, occasional Kurig coffee, and maybe some toast, although Saturdays seem to be where they hunger for a real breakfast - and the bro steps up to that plate. We did cook together one or two meals when I was last in Illinois - which I recommend for sibling bonding.
The last real vacation I took was two years ago, when I drove up through the Berkshire region of Massachusetts (prior to moving here). There was a coffee maker in the motel, but no kitchenette. If there had been, I could see enjoying cooking (I mean, not just nuking) a real meal. As it was, I was glad there were plenty of good restaurants with menus more or less open to exploration. And so... I did. I think a lot of it is the purpose of the vacation. Were I could go back and really forage again... yes I would!
