Depends. There is nothing intrinsically valuable in memories about sweating on an uncomfortable trip in Uruguay or a memory of being authentically harassed on the streets of Mumbai. (These are examples from my authentic trips). These fade away as everything else.

Simple resort stay in Greece with my SO is embedded in my memory forever.

I guess maybe the people trashing on resorts just had a better upbringing than me. Lazing next to the gently lapping ocean in a salt water pool and chatting with my wife while my small children splash around happily in the 82°F weather while it was snowing at our home was so great we decided to stay an extra day. It’s certainly like no experience I’m accustomed to. If it gets boring we’ll do something else.