Sunday, November 22nd 2009

My mom's giving me a choice of the UK or Italy in the first quarter of next year.
I thought she had been really keen on UK, which comprises London and Scotland. Now, I've been wanting to go to Scotland for a long time. It's so green and beautiful and full of castles and medieval history, you know? I wish I lived during that time, even though they were faced with so many deadly epidemics and punishments and torture for the smallest thing.

However, as most of you know, I'd die to go to Venice again. The first time I went there with my choir, we only spent several hours there (enough to lick ice-cream and look at magnificent interior architecture and buy some souvenirs). I still visit Venice in my sleep, but I don't go any further than where I've already been in real life. I want to go again.
Well, a fear hit me yesterday.
What if I choose to go to Venice next year and don't get to go again? What I mean is, what if it doesn't go as I hoped? I love the holidays during which I can just stroll around alone to write poetry, sketch buildings, snack on local food and sit by waterways and day-dream, or even go round exploring, you know? It'll be pretty difficult doing all that with my parents hanging around. They hate scenery and all that kind of stuff. Sometimes I wonder why they even bother travelling.

I wonder if choosing the UK next year, and Italy the year after next would be a good idea. Surely if I'm older, they would leave me alone more often? If, and when.
What if 2012 is really when the world ends and Venice is underwater by the time I want to go there?!?!

Tell me, what would you choose?