I want to be the girl in this video….travelling across the world, uninhibited, throwing caution to the wind. Chances are, the likelihood of this happening is akin to a camel poking its head through a needle, and then realizing he still has to get his body through it.
I love, love, love to travel. It’s just that we have no extra moolah, and what we do have goes to silly things like food, vet visits and electric bills. I don’t have a bucket list in all actuality, but here is a sampling of things I would like to do before I leave this planet:
I would love to go to Ireland, in search of my ancestors. If I do go to Ireland, I will be tempted to drink an ale with the kin folk-you know, raise up a glass to the country that turned us out-I hear they’re very folksy and welcoming, but let’s face the facts, I would want to live there, or perhaps petrify in one place, sitting at the pub, drinking Guiness, and singing the songs of my people.
Big Sur was a big draw, until I read about Bohemian Grove. With our luck, we would find the wrong place at the wrong time, and I apologize, but becoming a blood sacrifice for the elite in this world? Let’s just say I have no time for the big, wooden statue of Baphomet, and I don’t like people telling me what to do.
Hawaii was big on my “list” at one point, and now I see the error of my ways. The fat faced dictator from HELL has threatened their peace, and I don’t want to spend my whole vacation in an underground bunker.
And lastly, there was Sea World. Yes, I wanted to ride the dolphins with abandon, you know, be that girl: the one who never stops talking about her relationship with a fifty year old she met out in California, and then you come to find out it was a sea mammal. No thanks.
So for now? I’ll stay in this sleepy little town of horse and buggies, biting flies the size of Texas, and more cow manure than you can shake a stick at.