Vanessa remains seated at her desk. The atlas spread out before her, she closes her eyes and points her finger on a destination—opending her eyes she sees her finger has landed upon Zaire.

Hmm better give it another go.
Next came Antartica. Ok, Vanessa thinks, I no not want to go to theses places.

One last try and she blindly placed her finger on Jamacia.
Now there’s a destination I can see myself going.

She packs her bags, and made reservations for the trip of a lifetime.