My fantasy vacation.

Fantasies have a way of changing.  The one thing that will never change is I never will have the money, time, or physical fitness to do it.

The vacation starts with a bargain cruise out of Alaska that terminates in Beijing. Then I researched the trans-Siberian express. Of course I will take a tour that stops in Mongolia. I've seen Lonely Planet's tour of Mongolia. I've watched  a PBS show about Mongolia. Anytime something is written or shown on television about Mongolia, I want to watch or read it.

The train journey ends in Russia, which of course I want to look at too. All those minarets, supping borscht  watching authentic Russians talk on their cellphones as they hurry to their jobs and back home. Not having to wear a scarf tied under my chin, I'll think I look fairly chic.

You can also recognize me as the American because I will be wearing stretch jeans, a USA sweatshirt and glow in the dark white tennis shoes. Every hotel room will be gifted with worn out panties that I throw away at every stop. Somewhere in Russia, I will probably start washing the lousiest pair because somehow I lost half of them. I digress.

Then of course, there is the Cruise I take around fjords of Norway and tour the Scandinavian countries. If one unlucky Finn speaks English, they get to hear how my Aunt 's parents were from Finland and she spoke Finish.

My cousins are all gentrified Minnesotan Lutherans due to her. However, their pappy was half Scot-Irish and half Celtic German from Westphalia. Those Celtic genes and the hot Georgia sun sure can make an interesting blend. One day I should show up at their door.

The cruise extends to England where I get in touch with most of my roots. In Canada, they would say we yanks did not know our roots. It is hard to get sentimental when there are twenty nationalities and more than one race involved. Oh well, I will soak up everything English, Scottish, Welsh, Cornish because I am sure somewhere somehow some foundling in my family tree had that DNA.

Then the fabulous trans-Atlantic cruise that stops in Iceland and Greenland and what the heck gets a little engine trouble and we all have to run around Newfoundland and take tours of Northeast Canada.

Besides soaking in all the scenery, culture, snapping fabulous photographs and videos, I take Mark Twain's unabridged autobiography and read it twice.. I will write a novel on my laptop. All my creative juices will flow. What the heck, lose 50 pounds and be able to run a 5K in 24 minutes afterwards. Fantasies are not to be taken lightly.

It ends in New York City or Boston. I catch a flight to Atlanta and live happily ever after.

Bon Voyage Mates.

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    1. That is wonderful, friends are great on a journey.

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    1. No you can only lose 40 pounds. I would get terribly jealous and peeved if you outdid me. Now you wouldn't want the world the think "the ugly American" could be real would you.

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  3. Sounds like a great trip!

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    1. It is. The older I get, the more grander it gets.

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  4. How fun! I think reading Twain's unabridged autobiography (twice!) is a vacation. I love the sentence about the Celtic genes and Georgia sun. Great stuff!

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  5. If you're going to dream, dream BIG!

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