So as I sit here dreaming up scenarios for my delightfully psychotic axe-murdering main character for Script Frenzy while listening to a preview of the new Foo Fighters album (which is, incidentally, awesome), I find myself pondering certain things of an unrelated nature.

Things like, just how much of the world have I seen with my own two eyes? How much of it have a actually walked, ran, jumped, driven and drunkenly staggered my way across? Here’s the answer: a pretty insignificant amount, really. It’s kind of disheartening, to a certain extent. Mind you, at the same time, I’ve got (touch wood) my whole life ahead of me. But to know where to go in the future, I need to know where I’ve been before. So where have I been? Here’s where (with ze notez for your amusement):

Rugby, Warwickshire, UK – A rather charming, British market town that just happens to have been the birthplace of, yep, you guessed it, the sport of Rugby. Never played myself.

London, UK – Oh, you know. It’s London. First visit revolved around the museums. Second visit encompassed the central region. Very big. Very scary for a country yokel like me.

Lichfield, Staffordshire, UK – Fond memories pervade this place. Winding streets. Very old town centre. Lovely three-spired cathedral. Little parks. Well-placed train station for quick escapes.

Birmingham, UK – Gotta love the Brummies. Not much to tell, other than the fact that this city forcibly took both my Nando’s (tasty tasty spicy food) and Games Workshop… shop virginity.

A lot of other places in the UK, including places in Wales and Scotland. I think. Probably.

Crete, Greece – Amazing place. One minute you’re in the booming metropolis of Iraklion, the next you’re on a mountain road looking down into a lush valley dotted with whitewashed farms, villages and Orthodox churches.

Majorca, off the south coast of Spain – very interesting historical places, like the densely packed port of Old Alcudia, and the numerous churches and squares of the Palma Old Town. You’ve got to escape the holiday resorts first, though.

Barcelona, Spain – Yet again, you’ve got to escape the resorts first. But when you do, god DAMN. Weird and wonderful architecture in the city, a monastery on the top of a fricken’ mountain within driving distance, the Dali museum in Figueres. And so on. Good stuff.

Dallas and environs, Texas, USA – And by “environs” I mean the more suburban/rural area just south of Dallas. Yet again, fond memories. Went to all the happenin’ tourist spots in Dallas (the Grassy Knoll, that big tower thing, some place, you know), went to a baseball game, which mostly consisted of eating a lot of hotdogs and occasionally cheering myself hoarse, went to a dirt track race in the middle of what appeared to be redneck country, which mostly consisted of eating a lot of hotdogs, occasionally cheering myself hoarse and getting splattered with mud. It was pretty sweet.

Other Places, Texas, USA – other places include: the Gaylord Texan (a swanky shwancy hotel in the middle of a bleedin’ desert), an old colonial wooden fort, a Texas Ranger museum in Waco, other places in Waco, my American cousin’s husband’s sweet pool, some carp-rich lake somewhere, a church service with lot’s of gospel music and an awesome black comedian presiding, an arcade, the horse racing… the list goes ever on.

And, I think, that’s… about… it? I omitted Ireland, since I’ve lived here more than half my life, so I can’t really call it a foreign country anymore. So where would I like to go now? Well, that’s a toughy. Probably anywhere my friends are. Pretty much.

CHEESE.