For my honeymoon, I went to Ireland. It was the catalyst for my complete addiction. Since then, I have been back to Ireland another two times, Italy (three times), France, Corsica (technically also France), the UK, Germany, The Czech Republic, Sweden and The Netherlands.
If I could sell everything I owned and move to Europe with only one suitcase, I would do it in a hearbeat (well, sell almost everything - I'd definitely need to keep a 10x10 storage locker for precious items like my favorite band's memorabilia and my record collection).
But since that is not realistic (today), I'll continue to venture yonder across the pond as often as I can, and dream of a day when I can finally rehab this cottage in Ireland. Or this farmhouse in France.
I don't need much, really. Just an old building with good bones, loads of character and charm, a decent reno budget, access to flea markets and antique shops, a contractor...and possibly an interpreter.
*Sigh*
2 comments:
Wow, they are lovely. I wouldn't mind either one myself.
While we love travelling abroad, both of our hearts have been irrevocably stolen by Hawaii. We're inching closer to that gorgeous island year after year (relocating to the Bay Area next spring) and our expectation is that's where we'll be retiring...
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