Decisions, decisions, decisions. . . .

Since I've already written one blog on travel this month, I'd like to take this opportunity to explore a few places I have never been, but would very much like to visit. But the question is, where should I start? If I had only one choice of destinations, where would it be?

What about Brazil? Trust me, if this is how they grow them there, I need to park my butt on the beach at Rio de Janeiro and soak up the sun and the scenery.


















Next, I'd like to visit Israel, for reasons which I believe are obvious even to the casual observer.























Can't forget Greece. You know, the place where they have all those Greek gods and exotic statues?

While I'm at it, I guess I might as well go to Italy, too. . . .
Okay, so Leo is an American of Italian descent, but you still get the idea.


























And I must back to Brazil to see Klaus.


























And mustn't miss a tour of the Scandinavian countries.


























Or a trip through the American West for a Native American experience.


























And back to Brazil to see Rafael.


























I think I'm seeing a pattern here. The decision has been made.

Look out, Brazil! Here I come!

Now, where the devil is my passport. . . . .