We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again

Quite a few of my friends are studying abroad this semester: Lennon in London, Hollister in Italy, Emma in Spain, Erin in Madagascar (where there have been riots this week). It makes me want to travel sooo badly. My dream job is to be a professional traveler. I bought a tear-off calendar of the 1000 places to go before you die. So far, I've kept Australia (Cradle Mountain, Uluru, Daintree, Kakadu), Diving in the Red Sea in Egypt and Israel, Ellora Caves in Maharashtra, India, Chobe National Park in Botswana, Kennedy Space Center and Disney World in Florida, The Bay of Islands in North Island, New Zealand, Kandersteg in Bernese Oberland, Switzerland, and Samarkand in Uzbekistan. I just want to go all over the place. But especially, IRELAND.



This is the Hill of Tara. It's known as the royal seat of the Irish High Kings, who presided over a lively national assembly held every 3 years to pass laws and resolve disputes. The last assembly was held in A.D. 560, and it is said that 242 kings were crowned on the hill. It is also featured in Gone With the Wind, and moreso in the sequel, Scarlett, which is one of my all-time favorite books. My heart sings whenever I think about Ireland and its beauty, heritage, people, customs, and everything else about it. It makes my life.