Today, for no reason in particular, I decided that I want to do a lot of traveling. Like, a lot
of traveling, which is impractical for those of us who are not independently wealthy. And so, in an effort to conjure a bag of money from the sky, I thought it best to lay out my intentions so the sky money will know that I'm thinking about travel specifically. Not abstractly. Nosiree, Bob.
So, then, a brief photo tour of a few places I'd like to go. Someday soon, please. (See? I said "Please." Good manners must count for something, right?)
New York City
I've been to New York City many, many times, but there is no such thing as going to New York City too often. (Unless you count "moving to New York City," which, for the purposes of this post, I am not.)
Oh, Greece. Such allure. I mean, look at it. Breathtaking. And the food. My God, the food. I'd visit Athens, I mean, the Acropolis is right there. Gotta see the Acropolis, but mostly, I want to stay far away from "touristy" Greece and visit "everyday" Greece, the less known the island, the better, I'm guessing.
A big city, I know, but a big city on the other side of the world that's always held a lot of allure for me.
Why not? I like old cities. So much more interesting than new cities.
I never pondered going to Bruges until I saw the film "In Bruges" (which you should see if you haven't because it's awesome
), but once I did, I was hooked. Sign me up, please.
As long as I'm in Belgium, why wouldn't I visit Brussels and continue with my "Cities That Begin With B" tour? I mean, they dip their fries in mayonnaise! And hello! Waffles! (Incidentally, I happen to love Brussels sprouts, too.)
I may as well visit Istanbul as long as I'm going to Greece, right?
Yes, I've never been. And I'm told I should go for the pastries, for starters. (I do
want to try my hand at macarons, here at home.) I'm sure I could be very happy, whiling away a few days sitting in cafés and bistros eating too much cheese and bread and drinking too much wine and then attempting to walk it all – well, most of it – off.
I have such a romantic notion of Prague, not romantic in terms of romance but romantic in terms of the charm of the city. In my mind, Prague is perpetually grey and cool and slightly forlorn, but in a gorgeous way.
My idea of Vienna is a hybrid of many European cities, a close kin of Paris but with a bit more of a lovelorn soul.
Because it's Venice. I've always been strangely drawn to images of Venice. I have several hanging in my home. Perhaps I lived there in a past life. Perhaps I was a gondolier.