Dreaming against logic that I will be standing on ancient ground wondering at the marvel of a city all but forgotten until the descendents of its destroyers found it again. Machu Picchu was rediscovered in 1911, by an American archeologist named Hiram Bingham.
It is completely unrealistic dream given my financial reality, but what is the fun in dreaming of something safe. Something that easily obtained.
So in my kitchen are several empty wine bottles that I am filling with dimes and dollar bills since pennies won’t actually fit. Everyday money is deposited in the jars with a kitschy saying “From money grows money” to remind me of the importance of savings. I am not sure how much is in the bottles at the moment, but that really isn’t important.
What is important is that I allowing myself to dream, hope and plan for something that I want for myself. Just for myself.