Thus asketh Fandango:
If money were no object and you could live anywhere in the world, where would you want to go and why?
Since money is no object, I can think of two places:
A house along the beach between Santa Monica and Venice, California I spent an afternoon years ago (back when walking was an easy thing for me to do) walking from Santa Monica Pier all the way down to Venice, and I decided, while watching the sun set, I couldn’t think of a better place to be.
Waikiki, Hawaii Again, because of pleasant travel memories. Most of all, because of the weather. I figure, if money’s no object, I could afford to pay cash to buy a condo on the beach, and to live there comfortably.
Of course, to be real, neither of these places appeals to Mary, and I wouldn’t want to go anywhere without her. I’m sure she’d like to live in Iceland, with all the yarn…
That wouldn’t be bad, either, come to think of it…