Honestly, I haven't had occasion to travel in a long time, but my very most magical memories are of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I have long had a desire to see Toronto. My nephew says it's beautiful. He always grins when he mentions it.
I have contemplated Montreal, and Halifax.
The finest woman I have ever known lives in Seattle, and she hasn't married anyone else.
Maybe see my ancestral stomping grounds in the Jura region of Switzerland, lots of people who would recognize me and invite me home for supper.
My favorite place is home. I once found an archeological artifact, while digging a trench at the rear of my garden, to plant a hedge: a white flint Miller lanceolate Clovis point (an arrowhead). Identical finds unearthed in Pennsylvania at Meadowcroft were dated by the Mercyhurst Institute at between 11,700 and 12,300 years before the present. The 1870 county atlas identifies about a hundred native mounds in the region. I'm glad to be here, where there is some of the most fertile and beautiful land in the entire world.