Who doesn’t get wanderlust over Santorini? I was lucky enough to go there last fall. I don’t know that it’s my favorite place on Earth, but it was certainly a special trip nonetheless. The winding streets, the steep cliffs, the amazing blue sea, the white stone buildings, the volcanic beaches, and the crowds during the day with the cruise ships passing through.
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Of course I could have chosen a beautiful sunset or a charming landscape, but because tomorrow is Earth Day, here is a photo of the harm we do to the most beautiful Earth.
This photo is from Belize just outside a luxurious resort and shows what life looks like on the other side of the fence where sand isn’t being raked three times a day as if it were a much-loved Zen garden.
I wish we combed and cared for every grain of sand like the Zen gardens. They feel so false when this lay just outside.
Peaceful doves take flight from Baltimore’s Second Annual City of Light festival.
I wrapped up my Portugal/Spain trip in Barcelona. I spent one day wandering the city on my own and one day on a food and wine tour in the neighboring mountains before heading off to the airport.
I arrived in the evening and immediately regretted leaving all of the tranquility of Mallorca.
I sat outside at a bodega across from my hotel for a quick dinner and was immediately warned of the terrible pickpocket problem by a waiter who clipped my bag to a chair.
The next day I went exploring. I went to Sagrada Familia (where after 133 years construction is still underway), then Park Guell, a short cruise and a stroll along Placa de Catalunya. It was an enjoyable day, but I could not find what I was looking for. I’m not sure if I was tired of traveling, or if the contrast between the peace of Deia and the bustle of Barcelona was just too much for me. I was beginning to miss home.
On the last day before my flight home, I had an amazing day-long food and wine tour booked. The food and wine was unbelievable. The tour guide was the worst I’ve ever experienced. We stopped and asked for directions four times, and circled the mountains lost numerous times throughout the afternoon. I missed seeing olive oil being made (disappointing), but I did get to see Montserrat for half an hour (a very rushed amount of time). Eating lunch outside overlooking olive trees was beautiful, but there was always a tiny dread of getting back in the van and driving in circles which put a slight damper on the outing.
I hope if you go, you find more enjoyment than I did, and perhaps go to Barcelona before visiting Mallorca!