“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Complete Fairy Tales
I was on Goodreads earlier today and this quote really resonated with me. No, I don’t think of flowers as essential but, I love visiting markets when I travel (as evidenced in this post) so seeing the words “flower” and “freedom” (freedom equals travel to me) in the same sentence took me to the flower market in Bangkok.
So I thought I’d share with you a few pictures from the day I spent leisurely walking in it.
Some places are beyond description, even the best photographs don’t do them justice. San Pedro de Atacama in the north of Chile is one of them. I was lucky enough to spend 4 days there this past September, but had I known beforehand how mesmerizing the experience would be I would have scheduled my holidays so I could stay longer.
Magical places like that are few and far in between so I know I will return one day, I owe it to myself to return there once more, not sure when, but I will. Meanwhile I’ll dream of the spots I missed and lose myself in the photographs of the ones I didn’t.
We all have “dream” destinations, places we’ve always wanted to go. And I don’t mean somewhere belonging in a bucket list of places to visit before you die. I mean, the destinations that are so eccentric and out of reach that you don’t even dare put on your bucket list. The type of place nobody you know has ever been to, yet, you dream of going. Continue reading
When we think of iconic structures they tend to be intrinsically related to where they are located. If I say Eiffel tower you will automatically say Paris, Statue of liberty equals NYC; Colosseum equals Rome, etc. But for some reason some iconic structures don’t seem to follow this logic. Take for example Rapa Nui’s giant monolithic statues aka Moais? If I don’t show you a picture do you even know what is a Moai? And if you do, do you know where they are?
What is it that makes some landmarks be so inherently associated with their surroundings and others not?
Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a long essay on his poetry, his life as a diplomat, his role in Chilean politics, it’s not even a short bio on the man. Because if that’s what you wanted you wouldn’t have come to a travel blog right? Instead I’m going to talk to you about his houses.
To say that Vicuña is a quaint little town in the Atacama desert is to scratch the surface of the place that Gabriela Mistral – Noble prize for Literature in 1945 – called home and where she wrote so much of her poetry.
Vicuña is in the Elqui Valley, a valley famous for its “out-of-this-world experiences” and for wine production thus most people who make their way there are either trying to see UFOs, contact aliens or have some good wine. Continue reading
The Zapp family are my new idols! Loved their take on life’s challenges vs problems; and on how insane it its to NOT follow your dreams.