I used to take my student loan money and travel...a little. Or maybe a lot. Godamn you, Republicans, for depriving our youngsters of that opportunity with your heartless budget cuts. (And really goddamn you to hell for making it impossible for more kids to go to college. And making those few who can afford it pay beaucoup interest.)
But, really. I have no regrets. What could be more educational than travel? I didn't just lie on a beach in Cancun, baby, I took the guided tours, don't you know.
So. Mmm. I have a lot of debt now. Only about 5% was the frivoulous shit, most was other things like baby diapers and the like. A danish modern coffee table but I swear it only cost $40. Oh, and we've been unemployed off and on for a year here and there. Somehow it's five or ten or twenty thousand dollars. I don't even know!
Where does the money go?
If I did have some money, there's lots of place I'd go but it bothers me a bit that I missed New Orleans and really, the freaking arctic is not very cold anymore. The arctic, people! It is not going to be cold much longer. If you want to see a glacier, go now. Not to mention the fact that Fidel is on his last legs and damnit, I've never been to Cuba. And what about North Korea? Who knows how long Kim Jong Il has?
So much is vanishing, there's not much time. Among these temporary places are
They give you lingonberry juice at the ice hotel! (Do you get lingonberry pancakes?) You can get married in the ice church. In fact, there are two ice hotels. The other one is in Canada.
Then there is: The Nomadic Museum
And don't forget, along with the disappearing frozen arctic we also get the disappearing islands. Bye, bye Fiji. I wouldn't wait too long and save up money if you want to see Fiji.
I think there's also an ice hotel in Montreal, somewhere. Is it so cold there? Once we went to Montreal in March. It was amazing. So damn cold and yet everyone partied all night. There was the strangest restaurant. It was called something like 'The Spirit Cafe.' It was on a dark side street but the inside was entirely covered in tinfoil. And we'd been told there was some sort of secret about the meal (which was the most mindblowingly delicious vegetarian food I've ever had). They asked us at the beginning of the dinner if we wanted the large portion or the small portion. Large portion, of course. (We're Americans, damnit!)
The secret was that if you didn't finish your dinner you didn't get desert. We ate every bite.
Just so you won't miss this. "Society has always scorned the truly unique."