51 countries and counting,  only count once even if multiple visits. Husband is at 52 countries the bastard 

Wow, trying to figure out the where and whereabouts that I’ve been is a lot. Let’s see: I grew up in Ohio and I lived in various cities thereof. Then I moved to Toronto, Canada before moving to Boston, MA and then moving up north to Swampscott, MA. In between I’ve lived in Singapore for more than two years of time (though officially I was a visitor). Although I visited Hong Kong back in the late nineties and flew into the city when you could look outside of the windows of the jet and watch the city go by on either side of the plane as one landed (both frightening and exciting), I’ve had the privilege and pleasure to have visited Hong Kong several times before the transition to the Chinese overlords. I’ve been to Sydney, Australia (where I spent three days in bed after acquiring a food bug) and to Melbourne afterward. I’ve also had the pleasure of visiting Indonesia where I spent a day in Jakarta (the hotel had a very loud after-hours karaoke bar, you can guess how much sleep I got) before moving on to Yogyakarta and the former capital of Solo and the surrounding countryside where I had the immense privilege and pleasure to visit Borobudur and Prambanan. Afterward, I spent time on Bali. First on the beach, which was even in the late nineties overrun with buskers and hustlers aggressively trying to sell you trinkets and other things; that lasted a day. Then it was on to Ubud in the upland hills where rainforest and rice paddies existed among Hindu temples and shrines. It’s hard to describe the food in depth here because it would take too long, but suffice to say I have many memories.

Now looking at the UK, I’ve been to London on many occasions and visited the surrounding countryside… Stonehenge (on a dreary day (you expected differently] was an experience that was very much more than I expected), Hempstead Heath (what a wonderful place to walk in the countryside), Oxford (a brilliant time spent with a friend from Toronto and his girlfriend, who then lived in Gateshead), and Gateshead where I walked across the Gateshead Millennial Bridge over the River Tyne as I did across the London Millennium Footbridge (True story: I accidentally walked over the bridge during a film starring Liam Neeson and thusly I became a part of the movie, albeit just one of many people. The internet is unclear as to what that movie was, so maybe I didn’t exist.).

I was also in Paris where I slept at 1 St. Sulpice (after all these years I still remember the sloping mattress that shuffled my former partner and I to the center of the bed; we couldn’t escape one another no matter how much we tried and you need some distance when traveling together, even in bed) Of course we visited the Lourve and Notre-Dame Cathedral, etc. and outside of the city the Palace of Versailles. It was in Paris that I first ate Blanquette de veau a dish that I relish to this day, and one that I’ve made on special occasion to the rave of friends. A Parisian friend insisted that I enjoy the cheese plate afterward despite that I was feeling stuffed already. I am grateful to this day that I was convinced because French stinky-cheese is among those great things that one must indulge in after a meal, no matter how stuffed you are after a meal — there’s always room!

When in Rome and Florence and Venice and Pisa and Padua and Mantua and places in between it’s just best to eat your way through them. Ha! I can’t even remember all of the great restaurants and meals I had in Italy, although if prompted… A special time was in Florence during an event to celebrate the release of a book for Italian furniture at the Gardner Museum in Boston investigated and curated by Fausto Calderai. I was invited to the festivities at the Comune di Firenze (the Palazzo Vecchio which overlooks the Piazza Della Signoria which holds a copy of Michelangelo’s David.) which is City Hall to celebrate the occasion of the book launch. Afterward I spent the evening at the Frescobaldi palazzo where I was one of the guests along with other American, UK and Italian friends. I will add that I had an absolutely wonderful time up in Spoleto in Umbria. It is the birth home of a good friend and he and his UK husband (a friend of many years) own a small house in the countryside. Spoleto is also the home of Spoleto Festival USA, a festival of music, dance, opera and theater that nurtures young artists. The food and the locals (new friends and old) and the remnants of Roman architecture and influence are pretty spectacularly and wonderful as well.

There you have it, I’ve covered most of my travel history for you. Of course I’ve barely touched upon most things as one must do with summaries. Just as I failed to mention that one night in Heaven (in London) where I saw Jean Paul Gaultier hold court in one of the alcoves of that subterranean club, where later everyone was holding space on the immense dance floor after rumors that Janet Jackson was going to be a surprise guest… well, that didn’t happen!

The furthest i have been is Goa and India. In Europe I've done a few of the Greek Islands and Gran Canaria.

Howdy!  Yep, I'm from Texas, padna.  I've lived in California, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas, North Carolina, and Florida as well as several locations in Texas.  I've been to every American state except Alaska, but am booked for a trip there this summer.  I've also visited a lot in Canada -- British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Ontario, and Quebec.  I'll add Yukon this summer and hope to do the Maritime provinces in 2026.  I've also been to Mexico, Brazil (Sao Paulo), Bahamas, England, France, Switzerland, Austria (barely), Germany, Netherlands, and Liechtenstein. There are many more places on my "wanna-go" list, but I'm pretty sure Australia is number 1.

The most beautiful place I have been is Banff, Alberta; the most touching the Alamo in San Antonio, the most unbelievable the Grand Canyon, Arizona; and the most fun Amsterdam, Netherlands.

KKirk