I've travelled. It's no big deal. I really don't understand how seeing the world a week at a time makes someone a better person. Big deal, you've stayed in a hotel in some other country. You've walked through a market where the flies happily feast on the rotting meat at the sidewalk stands. Big whoop.
Next fall we leave for a year sail on our little boat, we're going from Cleveland to probably Fiji. But as with all sailing journeys, the destination changes frequently. I'll have planned this venture for almost two years.
After that, the only places I really want to see are Machu Picchu and a few other places in the Andes, and Bangalore, India. I was supposed to go there this fall, but things didn't work out. Other than that, I can never leave my country again.