Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I know a number of us have been enjoying Elisa's Southern California vacation photos and stories at The Crazy Life of a Writing Mom. The kids looked pretty darn happy at Knott's Berry Farm, didn't they? And how lucky is Elisa to get to meet the fabulous fishducky?
I'm not crazy about amusement parks now that my children have crossed the line into adulthood, but Oh! boy am I jealous that Elisa and company had lunch with fishducky! She's not the only blogger I'd like to meet, though. I want to grab each and every one of you in a Cinderita-style hug.
But I don't dare ask you which blogger you would most like to meet because then I'd have to answer the question myself. No way could I choose one of you above the others.
So here's a different question instead: What's your dream vacation destination?
I've brought up mine before. I want desperately to go to England. Every English major should get to visit England.
I want to go to the theater in London. Maybe Ralph Fiennes would be acting in something. A friend of The Hurricane's caught him in Oedipus Rex. I've read that play for so many classes. Seeing Ralph Fiennes in it would be amazing.
I'd also like to see Winston Churchill's underground bunker that was in use during WWII. Then I want to try on a few of the Crown Jewels and maybe waltz out with a tiara in my hair. I've heard that I could spend days on end in The Victoria and Albert Museum.
After London I'd head to Yorkshire to walk the moors as the Bronte sisters did. I'd visit Laurence Sterne's house (he wrote the very first stream of conscience novel, Tristram Shandy, before most people had even grasped the concept of a novel). Finally, I'd pay homage to Sylvia Plath by placing tulips on her grave and reciting some of her poetry.
Now, how about you? What's your dream vacation destination?
I'm looking forward to reading your answers. You're all so interesting.
That's why I offer you
Infinities of love (as my beloved Jane Austen did in her letters to her sister Cassandra),