What is this life for, if not to sit on the top of a mountain and marvel at the setting sun?
All in Travel
What is this life for, if not to sit on the top of a mountain and marvel at the setting sun?
It really is as romantic and enchanting as the guidebooks say, and also staggering in as much as there are breath-catching buildings literally around every corner. It is full of history, character and charm and houses some of the greatest and most important artistic treasures in the world.
Even that old bastion of English grumpiness, the security guards on the main entrance, were engaging and funny on our visit.
We sat under the trees after hours on our feet, tired, thirsty and just a little irritable, as naïve tourists have a habit of being in warm countries.
Walk the streets more often. That would be my advice to anyone wanting to open their eyes and to see beneath the surface of their normal, everyday world.
Imagine this.
Walking along a gravel covered path, narrow, winding, thick vegetation on all sides.
Madrid. A city of sunshine and colour. Of art and culture. Of people and cars and noise and life.
The posts on the blog will tell you that there were good times. But I also tried to share some of the challenging moments and use the writing process to try to help me understand what was happening and why.
Real life. A view into someone's world, full of colour and character and intrigue
But perhaps the biggest contrast of all is when you notice, during those brief moments when the city decides to rest, that everywhere is quiet.
There will always be challenges for us to face as human beings and we frequently struggle to engage with each other in positive or respectful ways.
The dark part of twilight. It's a beautiful way to describe it. That brief moment in the city when the street lights come on yet, when you look up, the sky seems suddenly to have come alive.
I love live music. Over the last couple of weeks I have been to gigs in a pub, a “pop-up” in a very exclusive gentlemen's outfitters in London and an old and awe-inspiring Brighton church.
There is something that feels very British about a wind-swept, freezing cold beach in winter. Almost deserted, with just a few hardy souls dog walking past rows of empty beach huts wrapped up against the storms and salt spray.