“Where’s this one?” I asked, pointing to a stone building that looked like a small castle.
“That’s the one in Spain, near Valencia,” she said. “That was my first. I bought it for myself as a graduation present when I graduated from college.”
I flipped a page and saw a house that could only be in Japan. The edges of the roof turned up into peaks, and the trimming was all gold and red.
“That’s near Kyoto. It’s gorgeous there. On bright days, you can see all sorts of incredible things,” she said. “And the opium is spectacular.”
“You’ve smoked opium?” I was amazed.
“Sure. It’s not that hard to get there and if you do just a little it won’t blow your mind.”
“I’ve heard if you do a lot, it will blow your mind.”
“Oh, sure. Anything will,” she agreed. “But if you control it, almost nothing
