“Can you imagine bookstores in Argentina or underground theatres in Japan or buried treasure in the Caribbean? And accents and whole different languages. And museums with things from other times and paintings by Dali and Monet. Red pandas and world wonders and artistic architecture. Cute restaurants in cities no one’s ever heard of. And clothes and food and colors and majestic views. Oh wouldn’t it be magical? It would be like a novel. A great, epic novel. That’s it. The dream. The dream of endless adventure. This big, amazing, unpredictable adventure that would never end.”

“If only…” I said.

“If only.”