Travel

I love to travel.  There are some countries I won't go to, which I won't mention, just because I wouldn't feel safe.  There is a map on the wall in front of me which has pins stuck in it showing where I've been during this life of mine.  As I look at it I realize that there is much of this country that  I haven't seen, particularly the middle. I just may have to remedy that. Of course, it would be nice to have a travel companion.  I selfishly often wish my daughter did not have children.  We travel well together and I love her company.  That being said, the children are pretty good when on the road.  Nowadays they have portable video players and cell phones to keep them occupied.  Perhaps we could do a trip north stopping at Williamsburg and other historical sites.  My goal would be to end up in Maine at the same time as the lobster festival in Rockland.  We would, of course, have to stop in Bangor and visit the Duck of Justice, perhaps meet T.C.  I doubt I will live long enough to do all the traveling I want to do.  My bucket list has only one item.  That is to go back to Australia and once again visit Uluru (Ayers Rock).  Maybe throw in Coober-Peety (sp?) and see what it's like in that town underground.
Of course, if wishes were horses beggars would ride and if frogs had wings they wouldn't bump their asses when they jumped.  I shall be content to squeeze in what I can while I'm still upright.
Anyone out there have a special place you want to visit?
Y'all have a delightful day.