After 12 years of Navy life and 54 countries, it has come to my attention that I still am struck with wanderlust. I need to boogie on out of the U.S. for bit, I need to cross that line on the map and make my way to someplace where I don’t speak the language. It starts here: Indeed. I know who I want with me. I know I want to be there in the Spring. One of the great tragedies of this existence is that we’ll eat more than we’ll make love. This is just fact. But, for a week, I want to make love just as much, if not more, than I eat. If I come back slimmer, I will have fulfilled a life goal. Next, considering my father’s family can trace its lineage to the Tribe of Levi, I think it would be a genuine shame if my poppa bear and I didn’t get a chance to get our Indiana Jones on here: The city of the Golden Dome has been destroyed 10 times and rebuilt upon the rubble. This means if you were to dig 10 or 15 feet down, you’d essential glimpse life in the Middle Ages. Keep digging and… you get the idea. Sooner or later, I have to find my way here: I’m not sure what it is, my gypsy nature, my love of Middle Eastern architecture, or just sheer wanderlust, but I want to see Istanbul before it’s all said and done. Also, the food is utterly amazing. Following that, one of my favorite places in the world is here: Prague, in the Czech Republic. Hey, this is where the original Bohemia is. What’s not to love? After that we have a tie: The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY and: Casablanca, Morocco because I’ve wanted to see Africa my entire life and this city just plain looks amazing.
Oh! The Places I Still Need to Go