<p>I have come tantalizingly close to the Pakistan border. But shoot-at-sight orders arent the kind of thing I mess around with. While I have stepped into Nepal, I dont see the point when nobody even bothered a look at my passport. I havent seen much of the world, and I suffer from wanderlust.</p>
<p>I want to travel, and travel somewhere cold and mountainous. I always liked cold, and I fell in love with the mountains on a trip to Darjeeling. I have concluded that the Swiss Alps would be pretty hard to beat. The tragedy of my life is, you see, I have never seen snow, even though I love cold so. If four moths in a shack up on the Alps doesnt satisfy my yearning for little white flakes, I dont know what will.</p>
<p>I like rain almost as much as I like cold weather. But the Indian monsoons afford me enough of that. Hopeless as I would be bereft of that heady smell of water on dry earth, only my love of coffee exceeds my love of the cold and mountainous.</p>
<p>I want to travel the world and taste different coffee. Towards this noble venture, Brazil comes top on my list. As does the USA, for USA has Seattle, and Seattle is coffee and rain. I would throw in a lot of Europe and the Arab world as well. The Europe of the café, and Arabia for, well, awakening the world to the charms of Coffea arabica. Aside from the Madras filter coffee I favor, there is so much to flavor. How my passport longs to be stamped all over...</p>
<p>Right now, though, I would give anything, even those stamps on my passport, to spend my college life at Swarthmore. Its cold and snowy in winters. Coffee at Kohlberg. As for the mountains, Ill trade them for the gorgeous campus, the deliciously intense academics, and a zealous, intellectual community.</p>
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