Location: Avila & Salamanca, Spain
She took another sip of her wine glancing off into the distance watching the elaborated painted sky.
Biting her lip she dismissed the secret that had been devouring her since morning; It could wait.
Biting her lip she dismissed the secret that had been devouring her since morning; It could wait.
There was a rustle in the tall yellow grass beside me, my heart leapt out of my chest in a panic. No, we weren’t in Australia; it wasn’t a deadly snake stalking me. Another disturbance revealed a petrified lizard who scampered across our path as we drew closer. We eventually made it to the look-out and observed the fortified town ahead, Avila. It was strange to consider that these very walls were built in the 11th century and where I had been standing Romans and Visigoths had occupied the land.
Returning down the path in which we had came, we walked through the town’s elaborate entrance. Brightly coloured ribbons zigzagged above the cobblestones dancing in the wind whispering the promise of a fiesta. A band walked through the rows of houses playing music enthusiastically and people scurried past going about their usual business. We had a simple lunch of tapas in the town’s square finding respite from the sun in the shade.
As we chewed our delicious meal I contemplated in silence that I hadn’t taken many photos this day. Was I tired? No, I decided. I wanted to savour the moments for what it was. I was reminded that all my best moments up until this point were not captured through photos or even articulated with words, they were simply remembered. That is by far the best souvenir of all I concluded returning to my meal.
After wondering around aimlessly with joy we returned to our car and drove to Salamanca where we would have dinner and stay the night. Although it was a day void of physical exhaustion, strange experiences or a myriads of photos, it was perfect - just the way it was.
Returning down the path in which we had came, we walked through the town’s elaborate entrance. Brightly coloured ribbons zigzagged above the cobblestones dancing in the wind whispering the promise of a fiesta. A band walked through the rows of houses playing music enthusiastically and people scurried past going about their usual business. We had a simple lunch of tapas in the town’s square finding respite from the sun in the shade.
As we chewed our delicious meal I contemplated in silence that I hadn’t taken many photos this day. Was I tired? No, I decided. I wanted to savour the moments for what it was. I was reminded that all my best moments up until this point were not captured through photos or even articulated with words, they were simply remembered. That is by far the best souvenir of all I concluded returning to my meal.
After wondering around aimlessly with joy we returned to our car and drove to Salamanca where we would have dinner and stay the night. Although it was a day void of physical exhaustion, strange experiences or a myriads of photos, it was perfect - just the way it was.