LAST JULY, I TURNED 30. I wasn’t bummed to be getting older. My twenties were fun chaos, and turning 30 meant a bit more stability and a bit less instant ramen. The one thing that my twenties did offer, though, was an insane amount of travel. In the third full decade of my life, I visited 25 countries. I lived on three different continents. I tried new foods, learned new languages, met new people, and got food poisoning more than once.
My twenties ended, more or less, when I got married. I’d met my wife in London, and we travel, but we both have careers we want to pursue, and neither of those careers pay a ton early on, and I’ve tired of staying in hostel dorms. So the rapidfire, quit-your-job budget travel of my early twenties is no longer in the cards. I won’t make it to another 25 countries this decade. But that doesn’t mean I don’t still have plans. Here are my thirties travel goals.