One of the cool things about thinking about a bucket list is when I look back on all the places and experiences I've already been able to cross off, most of them long before I'd ever heard the term bucket list.
There are plenty of 'F'-based ideas. Fluency (of other languages... or even maybe just my own). Fifty years of marriage (celebrate, and then beyond). Fjords.
I'll take advantage of the fjords idea and go a little bit more specific with the Faroe Islands. I can't begin to do this justice, so take a look for yourself.
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