I'd like to go to Prague, the capital city of the Czech Republic.
I wish, though, that the country was still known as Czechoslovakia. Not because I don't think the "Velvet Divorce" was the right thing to do.
My reason is selfish: I spent a lot of time learning how to spell Czechoslovakia when I was little. My sister even invented a song to help me remember it.
And yet on Jan. 1, 1993, that skill became useless.