For several years now, D and I have discussed taking a big trip for my 40th birthday. We’ve discussed all the mainstream locations: London, Paris, and the like. Mostly mainland Europe. But none of those places really appeal to me much. I’m not saying I wouldn’t go, because of course I would. It’s just that there are so many more interesting and exotic places I’d rather see. I’ve never been the girl who dreamed of going to Paris.
I want to go to Tokyo and eat exotic foods, sing karaoke, and go to an owl café. Oh and visit the island with all the cats.
I want to go to Peru, hike to Machu Picchu, and sleep under the stars.
I want to go to Fiji and stay in an over the water bungalow.
I want to spend the weekend at the Black Castle in Ireland, wearing medieval costumes, playing dungeons and dragons, and walking around with candelabras for light.
I want to tour South America and then board a cruise ship to Antarctica.
I want to go to Egypt and see the pyramids.
It may not end up being this year, but I plan to start crossing these trips off my list in the not too distant future.