Everywhere.
Honestly — anywhere with weird snacks, unfamiliar street signs, and a language I don’t fully understand but try to read anyway.
I want to walk through markets where nothing makes sense but everything smells amazing.
I want to get lost, just enough to find something unplanned.
I want to see what “normal” looks like on the other side of the world.
But okay, specifics?
Japan — for the vending machines and discipline.
Greece — for the light, the food, and the history buried in everything.
Morocco — for the colors. And the mint tea.
Iceland — for the silence.
And Brazil — because I want to dance badly in a place where no one cares.
I don’t want a checklist. I want collisions — with culture, people, moments.
I don’t just want to visit countries.
I want to visit versions of myself that only exist in those places.

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