...In a galaxy far, far away...

HUGE REVELATION HERE: So, on Saturday night I was talking to my friend Todd at the gallery reception (ahem, my husband and his business partner own an art gallery just down the block from our house) and he told me something that may change the course of my life:

He traveled to Tunisia and visited the sites where Star Wars was filmed and actually STAYED IN A HOTEL THAT HAS BEEN CONVERTED FROM ONE OF THE SET LOCATIONS. I am still short of breath just thinking about it. How did I not know that this was possible? How is it that I've known all these years that Lucas filmed a bunch of stuff in Tunisia (as did Spielberg for Raiders) but never imagined that actual mortal humans could tread upon the same places? My mind simply could not make that leap. Surely these locations were part of a magical dimension, out of our reach.

But no. People indeed visit them. A lot. The interwebs told me so.

We're going to TUNISIA!!!

Someday. Who knows. But yes it will happen. From my research, it looks like a lovely place. And I look forward to staying here:

...and I'll wear flowing robes (as will husband and Buck) and yell "Uncle Owen! Aunt Veru!!" with the rest of the huge dorks that go there. And I'll sulk atop a dune and stare at the double sunset, wishing I didn't have to stick around and help thru another harvest.

Then, we'll march around the desert, looking for Obi Wan's den, but we'll walk in single file to hide our numbers, as the Sand People do.

You know the exhilaration of having a new goal, a new dream? Ahhnnn. I am invigorated.

Yours with The Force,
Nellie