My favorite thing to do as an adolescent was to spin the globe, pick a spot with my eyes closed, and learn about it.  Not just learn about it, dream about it.  I planned to see the world, the WHOLE world.

Now at 62 I only have 52 countries under my belt and that wanderlust keeps itching.  I'm thinking I might not make it to all 196 (sorry Taiwan).  What do you think?