Tag Archives: Travel

How I’d Spend $1,000.

2 Feb

I would put it into an ING Direct CD (Certificate of Deposit).

Boring, I know.

But how else are you going to make more money off of the money you already have if you don’t let it work for you?

A few years from then, I might consider taking out some of the money to go do some traveling.

Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, Bangkok, Saigon, Roma, Mumbai, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera… So you see, I will need much more than just the $1000!


Where Would I Go If I Had A Helicopter At My Disposal?

2 Feb

The Emerald Isle.

How could one not want to visit a place titled as such? 

Seriously. What an incredible HD image my brain likes to conjure up when I hear that most famed nickname mentioned in the slightest.

I don’t know why, but this is one place I never made it when I was living overseas, and I truly regret it, deep down in the pit of my travelbug heart.

Amsterdam, meh. I didn’t care that I missed out on a red light district and decriminalized hash in their coffee shops. Poland and Austria, hmm. They just didn’t seem exotic enough to me after living in culturally similar, neighboring Germany for so many years.

But Ireland, wow. I fully expect to get lost wandering some cobbled streets and meet my husband. (Well, it would probably be more like: I’m inebriated on my favorite, favorite, Guinness, in some pub, and he’s some bloke on a stool near me…)

I need to see how green it is. I need to drink a *real* Black & Tan. I need to see the land of Cecelia Ahern, Frank McCourt and James Joyce, et cetera, et cetera.

There’s a lot I need to do.

Do Before I Die, No. 3 – Rio de Janeiro y Brasil

9 Jan

Like many Americans, ever since I was turned onto Antonio Carlos Jobim, Astrud & João Gilberto and their samba/bossa nova, I have found that no other place will satisfy the curiosity that stirs caused by all of those sultry songs with lyrics about faraway places that you can barely pronounce.

What more needs to be said? Even one day spent wandering the streets of Rio, walking the beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana, admiring Corcovado, would fulfill a lifelong dream.