- the melina hotel on the island of santorini. greece and italy. mediterranean food. the mythology i loved in my childhood. ancient-ness. it is almost a taste.
- norway. to fullfil my obsession with aurora borealis. i shall go once in summer, to experience the pleasantness, and once in winter to fly with the cold colours of the northern lights in a whiteness only norway can proffer. how snuggly it will be.
- egypt and morroco with jess. smell the spicy open markets, the heat. feel the texture of the desert fabrics. hear the music of memories beyond memory. dance the way a body was meant to dance. it will be a dream. and i will be living it.
- poland, again with my sister, then on to denmark and the netherlands. krakow. auschwitz. warsaw. the countryside. the cultural details that make those people proud. i will experience that. underground jazz clubs. statues of chopin and hans christian andersen. copenhagen. yes.
- RUSSIA. all of it. i will imagine myself a romanov and be a princess in moscow and saint petersburg and novosibirsk. and, hopefully, a small village of which i have not yet heard. also, ukraine. kiev. i shall prepare by listening diligently to "pictures at an exhibition."
- i've heard nice things about spain, but my heart does not long for it. instead, my soul and i shall flee to ireland. i will take a peek at dublin. visit the greennnnnery of cork, where i might have lived. but i shall come to rest in belfast. derry. antrim. northern irish magic.

now if only i had the means to travel.

well. i'm working on it.