This is a travel blog, and I definitely think of myself as a traveller. However, now that I'm back to life in America, there has been no travelling and therefore not much to blog about. Every day, I dream about leaving as soon as I can (next fall at the latest), and my current fantasies are Svalbard, Norway; Irkutsk and the Sakha Republic, Russia; Cape Town, South Africa; and anywhere outside of the US with indigenous languages that need preserving.
However, blogging about my future travel plans is probably not very interesting to anyone. Last night I had a very vivid travel dream, so I guess if I can't travel in real life and blog about it, I can dream about travelling and blog about it. So here it is.
It was a beautiful sunny day in Salzburg (that's how I knew it was a dream), and I was shopping in the Linzergasse and looking at the cheap Central Asian bazaar clothes on display with my parents and my brother. We headed towards Theatergasse and were standing on a grassy median between the lanes of traffic. David Beckham (when he was still young and good at football) was standing there and doing some sort of demonstration, and I caught a fly baseball that he had thrown. He congratulated me: "Great catch! As a reward, you get to make the first kick at the season opening Galaxy game next year. What do you want to rename the team? Anna's Galaxy? The NHL Galaxy? (that's what all Americans call us!) The USA Galaxy?"
Then my alarm woke me up from this very realistic scenario of discussing a football/baseball/hockey sport with David Beckham in Salzburg and I was back to real life in Minneapolis, where snow and apathy reign supreme.
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