Český Krumlov is a breath of fresh air. A small, romantic medieval town with the potential to become over saturated with tourists yet under the radar just enough to not feel like a shell of a town without a local in sight—I'm looking at you Hallstatt. In the peak of winter the town is layered in snow, and in the summer, full, green trees line the weaving river. The castle the town is built around dates back to 1240. This is the type of town I rush to put towards the top of my list. As the world becomes inevitably more globalized, this kind of experience will become increasingly hard to find. Why exactly do I rush to locate these places? Well, I can't eloquently explain the romantic feeling of roaming around a town with few cars and centuries-old buildings. It's almost as if I've been inserted into a movie set. Perhaps it's the American in me, only knowing architecture dating back to 1900 at the latest for most of my life. Maybe there’s a reason that I just can’t conceptualize yet. Whenever I do find the word to properly illustrate the feelings, whether in English or any other language, I'll be sure to liter my writing with it.