…And then the wind, not thinking of you, just passes by, touching the ant, the mosquito, the leaf, and you know what else!
How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.
– Mary Oliver, One
I’m back from my road trip adventure. I love that my birthday is in September because it’s the best month for road trips. Ever since my first visit to Europe in 1986 I wanted to explore the green part of Northern Spain. We drove a lot to get an overview of the areas of Galicia, Asturias and Castile y Leon. I kept saying to myself, “I’m here, I’m here!”
Travel can be stressful though. There were days of driving too long because of wrong directions from the GPS, hard beds (I think the Spanish forget to put the mattress on the box spring – the beds were that hard), tears when all the hotels were already booked, hungry times looking for food I could eat as a vegan and being mostly gluten free (I ate a lot of fruit and granola).
We stayed away from cities and large towns, and for the most part drove the blue highways – the secondary roads. Much of the scenery reminded me of some of my favorite places in the world; the wide open spaces of New Mexico, the rolling cow covered hills of Vermont and Ireland, the Yosemite Half Dome and Big Sur in California, the granite mountains of northern New Hampshire, the stunning beauty of the Alps in Switzerland and Austria.
My dreams of travel in the green part of Spain were rewarded with long soaks in hot springs, walks with only the sound of cow bells clanging, hikes along coastal paths, drives along empty winding roads, the best swing set I’ve ever swung on, chats with fellow travelers – including Henry who taught me about dowsing.
Being close to nature helped me to see beyond myself after a year of staying close to my new home in Portugal. I flew out of my cocoon and was rewarded with a recalculation of my inner GPS. And now I know for sure I’m headed in the right direction.