I’d start my ideal day by flying somewhere.
I’d watch the sun rise from above the clouds, from the first vestiges of dawn to the scattering of the last of darkness.
Or maybe I’d skip the coffee and drink a Mirinda instead.
True story: I once brought an empty Mirinda bottle home from Poland because I was so excited I had managed to find one. I’d only ever had them in Honduras before.
I’d stop at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam to make up for the fact that yes, I made it to Amsterdam, but no, I never made it to the one place I wanted to go when I did.
Then I’d take a canal ride through the city. I don’t care if it’s touristy or not: it’s pretty.
Then I would siesta.
In the later afternoon I would probably stop at a museum. I don’t know which, but probably the Musée Rodin in Paris because I loved it while I was there and I love Rodin’s The Thinker. Or maybe I would stop briefly in Berlin to see the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe and the Brandenburg Gate; I’ve never been to Germany, and I would love to go.
I’d find a nice little restaurant to eat dinner and fit in a few hours of reading before visiting the Eiffel Tower to see it all lit up against Paris’s night sky.
And then I’d take a flight home, back to Detroit, delivered safely into the palm of Earth’s own hand.
What would your ideal day look like?