/ 11:06 AM

[Eurotrip] Destination: Spain

A traveller’s tale – Spain days 5-8, in summation.

Over the mountains so high above
Stepping on the sand, in the sun to the sea.
Busking in warmth, breathing the love
A beautiful spring, of wonders and fantasy.

Of wondrous adventures and traveller’s tales
Of shoes and wheels and moving rails
Beyond the passages of time she sailed
Of knights and armies and the holy grail.

She heard the breeze whispering to her
Then closed her eyes and talked to the moon.
And she said…”Dear Luna, I wish he was here,”
Then blew kisses to the wind, opened her eyes, and knew…
She would be back soon.

She took one last look at the sea before leaving the beach that night. Everything had been surreal. From the mountain top to the cave to the beach house and of course, the sea, she felt like it was unbelievable. “I can’t believe I’m here…” she thought.

The 3 days she spent in Valencia had been splendid, and she could never ask for more. Her host had been exceptionally hospitable, even her group of companions agreed to feeling blessed for their presence. They brought the group around town for sightseeing, climbed over rooftops for a view of the entire city, walked around the streets in the middle of the night, climbed the mountain, drove to the beach house and admired the sea. The Mediterranean Sea…of course, that one legendary sea everyone talks about in the summer.

She walked down the beach barefooted, feeling the sand under her feet, letting her toes sink into the fine, soft sediments. The sun was shining up above, but it was not to hot neither too cold. She touched the water and felt a tingly sensation of cool. It was perfect. The symphony that the waves created whilst it rolled over the beach was therapeutic. Far above she heard little birds chirping a happy melody. “The celebration of life,” she thought. Up ahead, little children were running around playing catch while others were making sandcastles. At the beach bar, a young couple snuggled up in cosiness enjoying what the day had brought to them.

She looked away far into the sea. At the far end, the horizon was clear, and she chuckled at how ancient travellers hypothesized the world to be flat. It was ironic for someone who was not as well traveled as conquerors of medieval time to be laughing about speculations of those earlier than herself when they perhaps had seen more of the world than she does. Yet, silently, she mused to herself…

“Because I know, someday, I will see more of what the world has to show…”

/ 11:06 AM

[Eurotrip] Destination: Spain

A traveller’s tale – Spain days 5-8, in summation.

Over the mountains so high above
Stepping on the sand, in the sun to the sea.
Busking in warmth, breathing the love
A beautiful spring, of wonders and fantasy.

Of wondrous adventures and traveller’s tales
Of shoes and wheels and moving rails
Beyond the passages of time she sailed
Of knights and armies and the holy grail.

She heard the breeze whispering to her
Then closed her eyes and talked to the moon.
And she said…”Dear Luna, I wish he was here,”
Then blew kisses to the wind, opened her eyes, and knew…
She would be back soon.

She took one last look at the sea before leaving the beach that night. Everything had been surreal. From the mountain top to the cave to the beach house and of course, the sea, she felt like it was unbelievable. “I can’t believe I’m here…” she thought.

The 3 days she spent in Valencia had been splendid, and she could never ask for more. Her host had been exceptionally hospitable, even her group of companions agreed to feeling blessed for their presence. They brought the group around town for sightseeing, climbed over rooftops for a view of the entire city, walked around the streets in the middle of the night, climbed the mountain, drove to the beach house and admired the sea. The Mediterranean Sea…of course, that one legendary sea everyone talks about in the summer.

She walked down the beach barefooted, feeling the sand under her feet, letting her toes sink into the fine, soft sediments. The sun was shining up above, but it was not to hot neither too cold. She touched the water and felt a tingly sensation of cool. It was perfect. The symphony that the waves created whilst it rolled over the beach was therapeutic. Far above she heard little birds chirping a happy melody. “The celebration of life,” she thought. Up ahead, little children were running around playing catch while others were making sandcastles. At the beach bar, a young couple snuggled up in cosiness enjoying what the day had brought to them.

She looked away far into the sea. At the far end, the horizon was clear, and she chuckled at how ancient travellers hypothesized the world to be flat. It was ironic for someone who was not as well traveled as conquerors of medieval time to be laughing about speculations of those earlier than herself when they perhaps had seen more of the world than she does. Yet, silently, she mused to herself…

“Because I know, someday, I will see more of what the world has to show…”