Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Sunday Scribblings: Dream Journey

Hi scribblers! You could take this to mean the journey of your dreams, the place(s) you most want to go in the world, and the luscious details of that dream trip. Or, a journey in dreams. Dreamlife, hopes, wishes. As you wish, scribblers!

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
-Eleanor Roosevelt

Europe. That's where I'd go on my dream journey.

Eldest did it right. She worked for a couple of years and, while she was still young and unencumbered, toured the cities that interested her for a month. I'm almost too proud to be jealous.

I'll see some of the same places that she did. London, absolutely. I'll fulfill lurid and ghoulish imaginings by walking where The Ripper walked, and visiting the Tower. Perhaps I'll catch a glimpse of one of the ghosts there. It's a dream vacation, so of course that means they'll all be scary ghosts, but not overly so. I'll spend part of an afternoon in Parliament, passing sensible legislation before taking tea with the Queen. Maybe I'll peek into Mme. Tussuad's to see what all the fuss is about. A tour of Westminster Abbey. Crossing Tower Bridge.

Off to Ireland, which my daughter missed. Stonehenge, of course. A Scottish moor, where a bagpipe will play "Amazing Grace" in the distance, hidden by the mist that rises off the heather.

Then Paris. The Louvre. That will take a few days. I'll soak in pink light in the evenings and during the day visit the antiqueries and shops that I see so often in my favorite blogs. Champagne by all means, darling.

Belgium, to see Antwerp and Brussels, on my way to the Netherlands. Amsterdam and the Anne Frank house. The Van Gogh museum, the canals. I'll take a quick bicycle trip across Luxembourg. All I know of Luxembourg is that a teacher once told me "you can bicycle across it in a day." So that's what I'll do.

Over to Germany to visit Schloss Neuschwanstein and revel in the fairy light before roaming through Berlin and then wandering the Black Forest.

Poland next. Warsaw, then Auschwitz-Birkenau, to see, to know and to grieve. More ghosts, of a very different kind. Krakow and a tour of the churches.

Prague, and the romance of bygone times. St. Wenceslaus Square.

Lovely Vienna, where I'm told I must see the inside of the Opera House.

Switzerland and the Alps. I plan to slake my thirst for clocks, clear mountain water and fine chocolate.

South to Rome and then the Vatican for a word with the Pope. A trip through Florence.

I know precious little about Europe, so the nice thing about this dream vacation is that it can last as long as I want. If I see something interesting on the way from one place to another, I can stop and explore.

Ah, dreams. The best of these are attainable.

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