Places bertshetler Wants to Go

This small shrine is dedicated to the designer of the first Russian fighter jet and his brother, who became Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet.

A giant glider—designed by the father of the Rubik's Cube's designer—now soars within a shopping mall.

Rub it for a bit of good luck.

Legend says squeezing into this slender stone seat will make your wish come true.

Rubbing the buttons along this statue's coat is considered good luck.

Also known as Uncle Karl, the beloved bronze copper keeps a watchful eye on St. Stephen’s Basilica while people rub his lucky belly.

It's good luck to be mocked by this monkey.

A shining memorial to a Belgian hero is said to bring luck to anyone who touches it.

If you ever wanted to touch a medieval mercenary’s three testicles, look no further.

For over 300 years this little carving has been the city’s good luck charm.

Petting this mysterious iron monkey supposedly brings good luck.

This bronze boar's snout has been rubbed to a golden sheen by visitors seeking good fortune.

This Baltic beauty is rumored to grant a wish and a half.

Touching this 18th-century Scottish philosopher’s toe allegedly conjures good fortune.

The big toe of this towering monument to a Croatian national hero is worn from years of superstitious rubbing.

This tombstone marks the spot where the legendary British spy met his end.

A real-life homage to the Rachel McAdams and Will Ferrell's fictional Eurovision musical duo.

One of the oldest family businesses in Reykjavík serves lamb-based hot dogs.

Internet rumors, often involving Icelandic singer Björk, have abounded regarding this isolated outcrop of rock.

Twisted girders are all that remain of an Icelandic bridge that was wiped out by a combination of volcanic heat and glacial floods.

Strange rock formations tower above the river that snakes through this enchanting Icelandic canyon.

A geothermal pool in North Iceland that is said to be the bathing spot of the legendary Grettir the Strong.

Hidden from the ground but visible from above, this arrow target in the New Forest is part of Hampshire's rich World War II history.

This surreal-looking tree pruned more than 1,000 years ago is still producing olives for oil.