It's time for Pondering with a Purpose again, that Thursday event where Brenda throws us a prompt and we proceed to ponder on it.
This week's prompt is: Wander
If you had the chance to wander anywhere you wanted... where would it be?
Let's just say that you had 24 hours to be anywhere ... and had no other obligations or responsibilities ... where would you like to wander?
I'm hoping that 24 hours doesn't include travel time or I'm not going to get to see anything when I get where I'm going. Though....sometimes the wandering, meandering, side-road way of getting from here to there is just as much fun as the destination. For instance, I have a dream of one day driving across the country on Rt. 30...I'm not planning on going anywhere in particular when I get to the end. I just want to drive all the way and stop at whatever catches my eye, be it the world's biggest ball of string or statues of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox, Babe. Oh, and I want to visit some of my blogging friends who don't live too far off the route.
But, I digress....
One day. One whole day to wander anywhere I want. Hmmmm.....
I think I'd have to say my first choice (unless you think Toby Keith would be okay with me popping in at his place) would be the Middle East...Egypt, Israel, Iraq, Iran, Turkey, along with Italy and Greece. History fascinates me. I am in awe of historical things here in the U.S. and they are only 200-300 years old. Can you imagine being in those places? In the cradle of civilization? Walking the same streets that Jesus and his disciples trod? Or standing in the Coliseum and imagining the roar of the crowd? Standing at the base of a pyramid and wondering what the Pharoh's thought when they gazed up at them? I get goosebumps just thinking about such ancientness! So, anywhere over there would do.
My second choice? I love treasure hunting, junking, picking, or whatever you want to call it. I come from a long line of people who do. My grandfather was a picker before it had a name or anyone thought it was cool. With that as my roots, I really want to go to one of those world-class flea markets you see featured in the decorating magazines someday. And if I can't do that there is this yard sale thing in the South. It's in the fall, but it's always during the week so I can't take off, but it's something like 400 miles of yard sales all along one highway and then when you come to the towns there are flea markets. I drool at the thought!
And choice three? Find me the biggest book store in the world (old and new, please) and drop me in the middle of it.