Most people have a bucket list. This is a list of things that you want to do some day. I always thought that it was called a bucket list because whenever you decide to add something new to the list, you “throw it into the bucket.”
But as it turns out, it’s called a bucket list because it’s a list of things we want to do before we “kick the bucket,” which is, of course, a euphemism for when someone dies. There are several theories as to how this expression originated. The most popular (and the one that make the most sense to me) is the one that goes back to the Middle Ages. Hanging was a common form of execution and how it was often done then was to have the victim stand on a bucket, and once the noose was securely around the person’s neck, the bucket was kicked away. This was also the way to commit suicide.
Okay, back to the list. Everyone’s list is different. Some people have a travel bucket list, some have activity lists (climbing Mt. Everest, for example), or even a culinary accomplishment list. Many of us have multiple lists, and that includes me. My travel bucket list overfloweth. If I had my way, I’d see every inch of the world. I’ve traveled a little bit but not nearly as much as I would like. There have been different reasons for that, mostly money.
I’ve been to a few European countries (but not all), visited Venezuela (but I was a child), hit a couple of Caribbean islands, and gone on a cross-country road trip.
I’d love to see Spain, Portugal, and Greece, and visit the cities of Budapest and Prague. I want to go to Rio for Mardi Gras, hike to Mayan ruins in Peru, and visit the house that my father built in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I have dreams of visiting the pyramids in Egypt and browsing the souks in Morocco. I want to participate in a chanoyu in an authentic teahouse in Japan and go as far as I can across the Great Wall of China. I want to be dazzled by the colors of the Kremlin in Russia and the opulence of the Taj Majal in India, and awed by the sight of a real kangaroo in Australia and a herd of lions on an African safari. I want to see the Southern Cross and the Northern Lights. I want to take a river cruise through the central European countryside, ride an elephant in Thailand, and zipline in Costa Rica.
That’s a huge list and one that I don’t anticipate checking off completely—or even halfway—unless I win the lottery. But it’s nice to dream.
What’s on your bucket list?