perfecting paradise

If only I'm in Tuscany now, then this break is perfect.  This would be too perfect.

The title for my entry sounds familiar, I'm not really sure why though.  I'm currently on my second week of my semestral break and let me tell you, it has been rest and relaxation so far.  During my first week, I managed to read five books, all of which were in the genre of romance.  Currently, I'm reading Blood Canticle by Anne Rice.  I've never read a book written by her but since I feel like dying knowing that my days of doing nothing is limited and that I should make use of it the best way I can, I felt the need to just read everything I can get my hands on.

And because my brain is in fantasy mode lately, meaning, pure fiction, I've already constructed the image of my dream house in my mind.  The setting is all too perfect.  It is more of the setting than the house, but the image of the house would soon materialize if I keep reading like this.  The setting of my house would be near the ocean but on top of a hill overlooking the vineyard that I wish to own someday.  The house, I imagine, would be of those centuries ago like the house in Pride and Prejudice but the setting is all too awesome to be actually real.  My house then would be in the province of some remote country where everyone knows everyone else and you can leave a cellphone by the street and get it back later.

Now, if I'm in this said house right now, reading, then that is paradise for me.  I'll just stay there and read, drink wine and probably go swimming since its one of my most dearest passion.

Have I mentioned that there should also be a yacht?