Chronologically speaking: the mossy woods and moody cafes of Portland, Oregon; Omiya and Tokyo, Japan; Primrose Hill, the Highgate Woods, and Café Vert (London); the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam; Verona, Italy; Zurich and La Tour-de-Peilz, en Suisse; Sydney, the oh-so-magical sheep station, and our little garden in Chatswood, Australia; Prague and Cesky Krumlov (and later, Brno and Olomouc), Moon Lake Village and Salzburg, Austria; Czech Republic; Copenhagen, Freetown Christiania (Fristaden Christiania), and Køge, Denmark; NORWAY (every little bit of it); the lakes and Indian restaurants of Sweden (I heart Stockholm); the Greek Isles; Avebury and Glastonbury, UK; the Trinity Alps of Northern California; coastal Maine in August; the Scottish Highlands at Christmastime; Italian agriturismos; Crestone and Boulder, Colorado; Santa Barbara, CA; Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico; McLeod Ganj, India; Kathmandu, Nepal (not to mention all the places I’ve visited with Bruce Chatwin and Pico Iyer).