I need to go somewhere.
On a plane.
Where the people don’t sound like I do.
And the food is different.
There’s a sale on tickets to Ireland.
I’ve never been there, and according to ancestry.com, I might have relatives there. Not that I’d expect to stay with them, you understand, but it might be interesting to meet them.
I also need to go back to Rome, because I threw the coins in the fountain and all. And I need to go to London because there’s so much more to see yet.
Best start saving my pennies and watching the airline sales.
You also have free bed and board in Boston anytime you want it, just sayin.
Easy there. I tend to take people up on those offers, and I haven’t spent nearly enough time with you, or in Boston.
Ireland is wonderful and they love Southerners there. Tell them you voted for Bill (I did) and the taxi drivers will take you on a gratis tour of Dublin.
I did vote for Bill. And I’ve danced with him. And I’m from one of Dublin, Ireland’s sister cities.
Come here. Now.
It’s cold there.
Any progress? I love Ireland. England’s great too. Rome, awesome.
No, I haven’t even looked. I’ve had a nasty cold and have been, er, sleeping.