In the midst of the Trojan War, Odysseus developed a plan to defeat the Trojans. They ended up building a massive wooden horse that they could all fit into except one, which they left outside of the fortified city of Troy. The one person left standing outside of the horse would tell the Trojans that the Greeks left it there for them as a gift. Stupidly, the Trojans bring the horse right into the city and celebrate their "victory."
What with all the celebrating, the Trojans ended up getting drunk, making it simple for the Greeks to emerge from the horse and slaughter them all.
My dream journey would probably be far less gory than Odysseus', maybe. It would most likely entail voyaging to Scotland where my Grammy (great-grandmother) is from to get to see where she lived and meet some of my relatives that still live there. A nice perk to this journey
would be getting to hear my favorite accent in the world on a daily basis. The real journey part of this excursion would be when I would inevitably go on a hunt for Hogwarts in the Highlands of Scotland. I have a bone to pick with them, see, because of the whole lack of acceptance letter six years ago.
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