I mentioned in my last post that I'd gifted Gabriel one square foot of land in Ireland. Jigga-what-what?, you all said.
Gabriel and I met because of Ireland (technically, we hopped on a plane together in Boston, then headed to Ireland...details, details), and it's all a bit of a long story. But, I've been told it's a good one. So, in honor of Valentine's Day, I'm hoping to relate our little love story next Monday. Perhaps you've been reading long enough that you already know. Perhaps you'll enjoy. Perhaps you'll vomit. Either way, I'm writin' it so come prepared.
Anyway, we have a special place in our hearts for Ireland and often ogle little Irish cottages we dream of owning. Of course I cannot buy the man a cottage...but I could buy him a little land, right? So I started digging. As it turns out, there are tons of places that offer novelty land for sale by the foot, for $35-$50. You own the land for 20 years, and clearly cannot do much with it...but they do welcome you to visit it. I selected this one, simply because it was the closest to the city that stole our hearts and our first kiss. Two weeks later, they sent me a map showing the exact location of our foot of land, a legal certificate, lots of photos and the history of the location.
It's like owning a star...only you can visit it. It's equally ridiculous, but a touch more earth-bound.
He loved it--and I don't think he was lying, because he got rather teary, after telling me how perfect it was, and then carefully packed the framed certificate away in his bulging bag to take to Iraq. But he'd never admit to the teary-eyed appreciation, I'm sure. (Or maybe the tears were disappointment? Preparing for years of cheesy gifts? Hmm.)
Happy Wednesday. :)