Mountains make me meek

Where to begin?
This week wasn’t so much a week as much as it was a long weekend
3 days on
4 days off

Castells
Gastronomic Festival
Spanish craft beer
Venezuelan Pabellon
Barbequed lamb
Chocolate Krönut
Mercé Fireworks
Walking the Spanish countryside
Hiking the Andorran mountainside
Busing back to the Barcelona cityside

Adventure comes to those who ask
Who aren’t afraid to face the Unknown
Who seek answers to questions they didn’t know 
And seek solutions to problems they didn’t anticipate

Once upon a time…
Our story begins…
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
He was an old man who fished alone...

The bus stopped.
We got off.
The night air crept onto our skin.
As the bus drove away, we realized that we didn’t know where we were.

Foreign city
Foreign country
Foreign language
Looking for the familiar in the strange
As we looked strange to their familiar.

Great stories are told in great ways.
Better stories are told in exaggerated ways.

Our hike in the Pyrenees was daunting
Not so much uphill as upmountain
Views without end
Sounds without noise
Wind pushing itself through the trees
Water leaping off the rocks
Out with the summer green
In with the autumn orange

We made our way through the valleys
As the valleys made their way through the peaks

To be where the map goes
To see what the map shows

Life doesn’t seem real at this point
Silence consumes me
Beauty takes me away

The creation of God and God the creator

Life slows down, if only for a second
Enough time to find the words to say
Words to write
Thoughts to think
Conclusions to present
But mainly just stories to share

I wish you could see it here
I wish you could see what I see
These words attempt to describe the indescribable
For that, I apologize
These words can only go so far but I try to make them go as far as they can

 Beauty surrounds us wherever we go
Adventure abounds
Danger lurks
Stories wait to be told
Pictures wait to be taken
Again, words are written
Thoughts are formed
Formations are understood
Yet understandings aren’t experiences
And experiences aren’t always understood

Mountains make me meek
Beauty humbles me
This is what I seek
Answers I haven’t questioned
And questions I haven’t asked
Where I stop and my life begins
The journey continues 
Time speeds back up

Mountains make me meek
The silence I sought
The peace I find
The stillness of my mind

Mountains make me meek

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