I've got a bucket list so long that I'll have to keep travelling when I'm undead. I constantly read about all the places I'm definitely going to visit, and talk to people who've visited those places. Every time I think I've crossed one destination off my bucket list, I immediately add it again because once is just not enough. Then I add about five more that people I met told me I'd absolutely love. My planning always includes finding a sportsbar because missing football is not to be considered, schedules so that I can eat and drink all the must-try stuff without falling sick (hopefully), and figuring out ways to cut down on packing clothes to make more room for books. If my husband ever asks for a divorce, it'll be because I finally made him read one too many TripAdvisor review - for the fifth time.