For most of my adult life, I’ve fantasized about going to three places:
I’ve wanted to go to Greece on account of all the beautiful pictures I’ve seen of it – white walls, blue seas, and Mediterranean food.
Finland has made it to my list oddly enough because I love the idea of sleeping in a glass igloo under the aurora borealis. Even in freezing cold temperatures with blankets of snow.
And Australia made it to my list because… well… Australia!
At the risk of sounding ridiculous, I love the accents, the animals, and the beautiful cities.
I haven’t travelled as much as I would like to mostly because in all my fantasies about traveling the world, I never fantasized about doing it solo.
I mean what’s the point of sleeping in a glass igloo under a dramatic night sky unless you’re simultaneously getting your freak on?
Don’t get me wrong. I traveled to Scotland with my sister and I drove all over from Oban to Fort William to Inverness to the Isle of Skye.
I watched a shinty game in Skye with little biting midges flying up my nose and in my eyes while the shinty boys raced like thunder up and down the pitch.
Their thighs captivated me.
I really exposed myself to a different culture and people.
And I want to continue to do so.
I may just have to bug my sister to take another trip with me next summer.
The question is: Where do we go first?
And can I convince my sister, who is an avid relax-and-do-nothing vacationer, to go out with me and get dirty/wet while having fun?
That is the questions my friends.