Following several long months filled with anticipation, my sister flew to Ireland yesterday to study abroad and earn a few college credits.
For three weeks she will be touring famous landmarks, tasting the local cuisine, meeting people with a very different perspective than hers and experiencing the life of the Irish; or as she calls it, studying journalism.
Though I'm going to miss her while she's gone, I realize that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and can't wait to hear all of the stories from her trip. Admittedly, I am a little jealous of her three weeks abroad and wish I could sneak in her luggage. I have been having a great summer in Highlands County but I'd much rather be "studying journalism" across the Atlantic Ocean.
At 16 years old, I consider myself a relatively well-traveled teen. I've been up and down the East Coast from Miami to Atlanta to New York City. I've explored the Caribbean on cruises, going everywhere from Mexico to Puerto Rico, even Costa Rica and Panama. Also, as a member of Sebring High School's International Baccalaureate Programme, I've learned much about the various cultures and people of the Earth.
As my sister gets accustomed to her temporary home in Ireland, I can't help but daydream about all of the places I would love to visit. All over the world there are adventures just waiting to be taken. My trip around the world would juxtapose them all into one, epic quest.
I would start in Orlando. A few days at the best theme parks in the world would be the perfect beginning to a magical journey. After one flight behind the huge ears of Dumbo and another on a broomstick around Hogwarts, my third would leave Orlando International Airport and take me halfway around the world to Australia.
A week in the Land Down Under would be all I need to explore Australia. My itinerary there would be very simple, consisting of three main experiences: attending an opera at the Sydney Opera House, snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef and discovering Australia's unique wildlife. The kangaroos, platypuses and emus can be seen nowhere else in the world. After saying bye to these rare creatures, my next stop would be Israel.
Of all my stops, Israel definitely has the most history. For thousands of years, groups of people have been battling for control of the Holy City and this alone would make it one of my favorite destinations. The religious sites and the historical value each of them carry would be enough to keep me busy for weeks. After floating in the Dead Sea, I would float on over to Paris.
Paris: the city of lights. No trip around the world would be complete without a stop in this romantic metropolis. I would, of course, visit all of the landmarks. Most of my time spent in Paris though, would be dedicated to exploring its streets. I would eat at little bistros and woo French women in their native language. If I could ever muster up the strength to leave, I would be on to my last stop.
Though not as unfamiliar to me, California would be the finale on my journey around the world. The sunny beaches, medley of cultures and myriad of sports teams would appeal to every part of my being. My trip stops here, because I think California would feel like home.
This time, I really may never leave.