Fiona comes from a family of enthusiastic and accomplished travelers. So much so that, every once in a while, they circulate a spreadsheet where everyone marks down how many countries they have visited.
We’re currently staying with Fi’s uncle who is the clear frontrunner in this competition. With a career as a gold-mining geologist he has cause to go places no one else would (where is Mali, anyway?). We’re staying in Izmir with him at the moment and I recently declared we might consider taking a trip across the bay to a Greek Island. I love the novelty of new countries, I said, and another point in the sweepstake wouldn’t go amiss, either. His, not unconsidered view, was that lunch on a Greek Island did not a visit to Greece make, and was certainly not worthy of a spreadsheet point.
All this leads back to a very important question which I want to address once and for all: what standard do you have to meet to have been somewhere. There are a range of schools of thought, some legally or time based, some experiential. I have my own views which I will dress up as authoritative in a later post. But before I do I want to crowdsource the intuitions of my esteemed blog readers. Let me know what you think of the scenarios below.