I like to think that I’d just pack a backpack full of stuff and go to Europe. I love architecture and history and they have it in spades. I’d go from country to country, traveling by every method possible and send everyone “back home” post cards. I think getting a postcard from Rome or Barcelona isn’t something people get very often so that would be a treat. Like I’m sending a part of my trip home with me. 

I’d want to take a road trip through Paris. Ride a Double Decker bus in London. Visit the Great Britain Library. Drink a pint in every major city in Ireland. There is a restaurant in Northern Ireland that has no prices for the food, it is pay what you can or work it off and I’ve always wanted to visit it. I want to outrun bulls in Pamplona. I want to toss a coin in the fountain in front of St. Peter’s Cathedral in Rome. I want to swim around Santorini. I want to visit the Parthenon in Athens. I want to visit Lithuania and wonder if my grandpa’s parents had ever been where I was, taken the same paths or walked by the same buildings. I want to float down the river drinking beer with the locals in Finland. I want to visit Copenhagen and get as many phone numbers from guys named Hans as possible! Silly stuff really, but it would been the world to me.