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Ambitous Adventures I Wish to Accomplish:

Okay so Cuileann made a list of thinks you wanted to do, and I decided I would follow suit.

  1. Live in Ireland, Scotland, and Australia.
  2. Go on a Safari.
  3. Visit Stonehenge.
  4. Write at least one book and publish it.
  5. Get one of my photographs in National Geographic.
  6. Visit Jane Austen's home.
  7. Meet LRRHer's (LittleRed down, everyone else to go)
  8. Have a spectacular library.
  9. Scuba Dive in the Great Barrier Reef (we should do that after we go to Ireland, Cuileann!)
  10. See Uluru a.k.a Ayer's Rock.
  11. Hold a Koala.
  12. Pet a Lion.
  13. Be out on a boat with a whale (preferably a boat that won't tip over easy, but low enough that you can reach out and try to touch it.)
That's all that I can think of for the moment, to be continued.

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  1. Ooh, yes! Do come to Australia. :) That way, you could do numbers 1, 7, 9, 10, 11, 13!

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  2. Yes yes yes we should!

    I went on a whale watch once, but it wasn't a small boat...I like it better the way you plan it.

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