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RevGal Friday Five: Travel Edition

Songbird writes:

Name five places that fall into the following categories:

1) Favorite Destination -- someplace you've visited once or often and would gladly go again

Cannon Beach, OR, it's one of the most beautiful and wonderful places i've ever been and there is a fantastic hotel that essentially sits on the beach. it is heavenly!

2) Unfavorite Destination -- someplace you wish you had never been (and why)

i seriously don't know of a place i wish i had never been. one of my least favorite places is Branson, MO--it's like Vegas for the whole damfamily and seems to harken back to a very racist time. i don't know that it is racist but all the confederate costumes/flags and love of "baldknobbers" makes me a little queasy.

3) Fantasy Destination -- someplace to visit if cost and/or time did not matter

Machu Picchu--the pictures i've seen are gorgeous and ever since i read The Celestine Prophecy many moons ago i've wanted to visit.

4) Fictional Destination -- someplace from a book or movie or other art or media form you would love to visit, although it exists only in imagination

Hogwarts of course!

5) Funny Destination -- the funniest place name you've ever visited or want to visit

Hell, Michigan--never been but what a great place for a mission trip!

Comments

Barbara B. said…
Not to make you jealous... but... I only live 75 miles from Cannon Beach :)
RevAnne said…
Macchu Picchu (or however it's spelled)--what a great idea. Great play. And congrats again!
hip2B said…
Hogwarts! Of course. I would be a Hufflepuff though.

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