Places dearestcatherine Wants to Go

The aggressively banal name of this underground fortress of bureaucracy does little to evoke its truly surreal existence.

The Stonehenge of Wales is one of the grandest neolithic dolmens still in existence.

The mysterious white squirrels of this Illinois city are treated like sacred cows.

The home made famous by the 1983 holiday classic is now a perfectly preserved shrine to the movie.

Quality time with reindeer in the stunning scenery of their natural Lappish habitat above the Arctic Circle.

The lowest point in North America is home to an undrinkable pool surrounded by fields of geometric salt flats.

Filled with goldfish swimming in a shallow pool of sea water, this ancient crypt is more wishing well than burial site.

This colorful artistic feature atop a Danish art gallery allows visitors to stroll through a rainbow.

These concrete domes were installed on an Icelandic bluff to honor a very specific musical tradion.

A trio of hidden hot tubs takes advantage of Iceland's natural geothermal vents.

A part of the world's largest marsh seems to be growing bright red Martian grass.

An abandoned water sports stadium that has become a haven for graffiti and decay.

Once adorning a New York skyscraper, these reclaimed ruins now haunt an Indiana park.

This quaint Spanish village agreed to be painted blue as a marketing stunt but found that they preferred it that way.

This peaceful Massachusetts graveyard was one of the first "garden-style" cemeteries in America.

This picturesque mansion has gone from opulent ruin to nature museum.

The remains of a chapel created for convenience.

A centuries old castle atop a dormant volcano houses museums devoted to both women and witches.

Menacing or in memoriam, the Silent People and their meaning are left to interpretation.

Every day a troupe of pampered water fowl walk the red carpet to their favorite fountain.

Stripes of flowers bloom each spring in a 50 acre rainbow of color.

Japan's corrupt-mental-institution themed restaurant offers diners a chance to eat inside of filthy cells.

Each spring, a dreamlike carpet of bluebells overtakes the forest floor.

A sacred well steeped in Pagan roots on the West Coast of Ireland.