If anyone happens to stumble by my blog, sees this image and knows what it is… please tell me in a comment.
We were sauntering around Santa Pau, Spain, a medieval village in Catalonia about 1 1/2 hours north of Barcelona. I peeked around a corner and noticed this, stopped and looked for a bit but couldn’t figure it out so snapped a quick photo and continued my meander.
Your guess is as good as mine.
Old Door in Santa Pau – 2018
“Travel early and travel often. Live abroad, if you can. Understand cultures other than your own. As your understanding of other cultures increases, your understanding of yourself and your own culture will increase exponentially.” (Tom Freston)
I am finding this to be true, this quote from Tom Freston. The more I travel the more educated I am about the world. The more educated I am about the world the more open I am to new experiences, new ideas. The more open I am to new experiences, new ideas the more curious I become. The more curious I become the more I wish to discover. The more I wish to discover the more open I am of other people and their ideas. The more open I am of other people and their ideas the more I love LIFE.
Happiness = Travel + Curiosity + Adventure. IMHO.
Boarded Up, Besalu, Spain 2018
Jet lag has left me and I’m revisiting a recent trip to Spain via processing the photos.
Besalu was my first time experiencing medieval villages of Spain. The textures of old wood juxtaposed with stone the color of sienna made me want to weep at its beauty. We visited family in the village of Olot in Northern Spain, about an hour and a half north of Barcelona. There, my son-in-law acted as interpreter and tour guide for our week long journey into Catalonia. I’ll post pics as processed.
Scotland Saltire flying at Ullapool, Scotland, 2014
My feet are firmly planted in the USA and I love it here. This is my home, my country. However, I am unable to shake the profound, deep love that’s developed deep, deep within me for the beautiful country of Scotland since visiting in 2014. Those ancient rocks and lochs, towering mountains and a thousand shades of green hugging a multitude of villages that house people I’m certain are ancestors. They have to be. I just feel it. There is nothing like a malty Scottish ale from the tap, oh my the goodness. Whiskey was never my thing until a tasting there and ever since a 14 year Oban is always in my cabinet for special times.
The photo above is Ullapool, Scotland. Lying beside Loch Broom in the Northwest Highlands, Ullapool itself is said to be derived from the norse ‘Ulla-Bolstadr’ meaning ‘Ulla’s steading’. The further north you go the more Norse connections you see. Anchored by the fish and sea trade, Ullapool is one of the many fishing villages commissioned by the British Fisheries Society in the 1780’s to help create trade and grow Scotland. Let’s just don’t talk about the clearances – makes me sad.
Whenever two contrails create a saltire in a blue sky I photograph it and send to my bestie, without whom I would never have gone. She was chasing her roots; I was along for the ride simply to photograph a place I’d always wanted to visit. I cannot wait to go back. Haste ye back the airport sign said as I left, weeping. I will, I will.