Allow me to begin by saying that I’m not proud of the title of this post. The “bucket list” meme is out of control and I’m sick and tired of it. Let us all be reminded that bucket lists got their start from a movie that no one saw starring two actors past their prime playing terminally ill geriatrics. Ugh.
Nevertheless, my creative juices are just not as potent as usual this morning and I must therefore succumb to a phrase favored by 13-year-old girls and middle-aged women enjoying “Girls’ Night Out” at the Cheesecake Factory. Once again, ugh!
Now that we have that out of the way, I present my list of places I want to go to before I kick the bucket. (Get it?)
From Travel and Leisure:
There is an unfiltered and rebellious beauty in Corsica—the dramatic beaches and rugged mountains, the fresh seafood and fierce wines.
I love road trips like Peter Jackson loves orcs and wizards and hobbits. National Geographic has a great one mapped out for New Zealand, taking you from Auckland to Wellington.
Rugs, bazaars, caves, beaches, whirling dervishes, and awesome food. Yes please.
Four words for you: Memoirs of a Geisha. The New York Times travel section has a few great articles with places to stay, food to eat, and stuff to do.
Ever since I read Love in the Time of Cholera (history’s greatest love story, featuring one of the most ridiculous pooping-of-the-pants scenes ever written), I’ve been jonesing to see Cartagena for myself. To satisfy babygirl, we’ll do a jaunt over to Medellin so she can learn how to say “George, what do you know about cocaine?” in Spanish, followed by a trip up to the gorgeous Tayrona National Park.