We are all made of stars

Dear future hubster,

can we go stargazing sometimes? By which I mean, actually going somewhere remote (or on the roof), and watch the stars? The shooting ones, in particular? I can of course always be impressed and carried away by anybody having (or pretending to have) any knowledge about the stars, since all I can recognize is the Orion, the Big Dipper, and, since recently, the Southern Cross, but watching the shooting stars and having a wish for each and every one of them would be even more of a cliché romantic experience. 

I would probably wish that we can come and watch them again and again, at least twice a year.