The other night as I was watching The Tourist (yes, more Angelina Jolie),
after recently watching The American,
all three Jason Bourne movies, inhaling a series of books about a
globe-trotting FBI agent, and before watching the new Casino Royale, I realized something. I really like stories set in
exotic locales, with characters who can traverse them with ease. Maybe because I’ll never be one of those
people, or go to any of those places if I can help it.
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| Where's the speedboat? The explosions? |
I admire traveled people. There’s something about a traveled girl who
speaks multiple languages that I find instantly attractive. But me… I’d just as soon stay at home with my
books. You’d think that I’d want to be
out, hoping to meet a charming, mysterious, well-traveled, multilingual young
lady on a train. But I don’t. Actually, I once did meet a charming,
mysterious, well-traveled, multilingual young lady on a bus (we still keep in
touch via Facebook), but that’s another story for perhaps another time.
