I’m now contemplating Spain. Not because the husband whined about Ireland, but because the husband whined about Ireland and so I started researching Barcelona, and as it turns out, Barcelona is freaking awesome.
I must be stopped. This planning has gone too far. The problem is, when given fifteen options, I will explore all fifteen and whittle my choices down to twelve–at the least. I honestly spent maybe an hour tonight looking into how cheaply I could travel from Paris to Barcelona to Lisbon (which needs a whole extra post that I don’t have the energy for right now) to…DUBLIN (take THAT husband!)…to London (for to fly back home). Sigh. Thank god the sun came out today–I’ll be too busy gardening for the next few weeks to continue contemplation. Or at least I’m hoping that’s what will happen.
Bonus–if anyone gets the deep, self-depreciating irony of the title of this post, you advance directly to level seven nerd (with plus five charisma). Double bonus if you got that reference.