Sushi. I grew up in the high plains desert of Wyoming, and then I moved to the West Coast as an adult and realized how fresh fish is supposed to taste (not like rubber, apparently). Suddenly, the world became a whole new place.
The one I’ve yet to write. Other than that, anything by Bill Bryson, Nick Hornby or Howard Zinn.
Sharks, only because I’m pretty sure I’d have an immediate heart attack if I jumped from a plane, which would likely spoil the fun for me and anybody else with me. You might say I don’t much care for heights.
The ability to teleport anywhere around the globe at any given moment. This would allow me to visit faraway loved ones anytime I feel like it, with zero regard for time and money constraints. This would also make my mother very happy.
Skipping school to go skiing with my dad. In Wyoming this is considered a perfectly legitimate reason to skip school.
Bees — and they should be your favorite, too. I don’t want to get all ‘Bill Nye’ on you, but bees play an essential role in sustaining our ecosystem, and without them, the human race is basically — well, you know.
Mon Petit Chou, for my 80’s New Wave revival band. And yes, the literal French translation is ‘My Little Cabbage.’
Rocky Mountain Oysters. If you don’t know what these are, here’s a hint: there are no actual oysters to be found anywhere near the Rocky Mountains; however, there are a lot of cattle.
I’d have to go with being fluent in all of the Romance languages. Mastering all string instruments is a close second.
Travel the globe like the true gypsy I am at heart. I’ll spend most of my time in places where I can exercise my fluency in all of the Romance languages — a skill I plan to develop the old-fashioned way, just in case the whole ‘instant expert’ thing doesn’t pan out.