I'm not sure what put the idea in my head...but for as long as I can remember, I've so desperately wanted to go to Ireland.
Perhaps it's all of the books I've read that were set in Ireland that make it seem so...enchanting to me.
Or maybe it's the castles dotted here and there that make one envision knights riding off to rescue a damsel in distress. ;)
Ah, or the cottages that somewhat resemble the one that Snow White's dwarf friends lived in...
(PS: that's like, my dream home right there, no joke)
Or maybe it's just the simple, yet extravagant beauty that seems to be everywhere you look.
Ireland is a place where I can imagine thinking "God is such a show-off" ;)
And I certainly hope I marry a man who will promise to take me there someday ;') ♥
That'd be the greatest gift ever.