If you could travel anywhere in the world, in any era, where would you go? Where is that place that has always fascinated you and you’ve always asked yourself how it would have looked like ages ago?
As if there wasn’t enough to explore in this world as it is right now, let’s throw in time travel—don’t just settle for Florida, lay on the beaches of Atlantis. Already seen the pyramids? Go take a look at the Colossus of Rhodes. Have dinner in the city of Maccu Picchu, buy souvenirs in the marketplace in Athens and watch to see if Aristotle walks by, stroll through an Angkor Wat teeming with monks. Or go the other direction: take a shuttle up to the mining operations on the moon; celebrate as Tokyo reaches a population of fifty million; take a road trip on the TransAfrica interstate system.
With not only space but all of time thrown in, where would I go first? Of course, as a Christian, first-century Palestine would be high on my list; I’d like to witness the miracles of Jesus, and sing praises with the church in Antioch. The tabernacle in the desert God instructed Moses to build, the tower of Babel going up, the construction of the arc, and the flowers in the Garden would all be wonderful sights.
Outside of Biblical places and events, I became an English major because of Beowulf; I’d like to see what life was like in the ‘Dark Ages’. The treasure of Hutton Soo must have been spectacular before it was buried. I doubt castle life was as romantic as we make it out to be, but I’d still like to explore one that doesn’t have a gift shop.
My next stop would probably be tea with Jane, or maybe Charlotte: would regency fashion look good on me? Could I attract the attention of a rich gentleman? I think I’d enjoy teaching in a Belgian boarding school and trips to Bath, at least for a while. Too bad Mr. Darcy is fictional.
I’d love to know my ancestors; time travel would give me the chance to watch the seasons change with my Native American ancestors, and learn how to live off the land—I’d finally find out what tribe Lizzie was from in Illinois. I could step off the Anne to join the Plymouth colony with Edward Bumpass, or build a home in Jamestown with the Clayes. I could ask Mexico’s mother where she got that name, and try to convince the Castlemans not to sell Lot #5 in the brand-new settlement of Nashville; it would be worth a lot of money if they’d keep it in the family and pass it down to me! I’d go give Priscilla Mobley a hand with the cooking as she raised seven boys alone, and find the Dortch’s village in England.
After I’ve finished exploring several thousand years of recorded history, visiting fictional places would be the next great frontier. I guess Hogwarts would be overrun with gawkers if we could do that, though.