We tried to do the maths in the car. How many years had it been since I was here for the last time? 5 years? 7 years? Years are running fast. And the Anjou region is far from Alsace. At least, that’s how I used to consider it. How does it change your conception of time and space when you take a year time to travel around a whole country like New Zealand?
I burst into laughter, and talk and talk about the New Zealand’s landscapes, about how easy it can be to travel once you make your mind about it. He tells me about London, Egypt, and those little dreams he has secretly stored in his heart. I can tell that he’s drunk too, Jason, for he’s sharing his secrets with any random woman that comes along in the streets.
I went through 2016 with flying colors… Of skies.
I leave it and yet I come back to it. Strasbourg dazzles me, bothers me, and mesmerizes me. This is the city I chose to settle 8 years ago, between a wholehearted love and uncontrolled desire to leave. Fair enough, it seems like I have this city under my skin.
The medieval Castle of Castellar de la Frontera is sitting, proudly on the heights of the Natural Park of Los Alcornocales, in the Cadix province. The road from Algeciras is winding, even a little bit dangerous with its hairpin turns. From afar, the stone towers are quite impressive. I don’t know this yet, but the true jewels lie within the walls. Because this XIIIth Century castle isn’t really a castle.
Victor Hugo, the French poet and author wrote on The Rhine in 1842 “It’s been ten days since I’ve arrived in this city, my dear friend, and I can’t seem to break away from it […] Here in Heidelberg, in this city, in this valley, in those ruins, the life of a pensive man is lovely.”