No wonder I am a rolling stone when the view outside my
window doesn’t overwhelm any longer and streets are less desirable for evening
walks. Couple of times a year my inner rolling detector activates and images on
the other side of a pupil eye surprise even less. And then we have settled at the
seaside, made friends here, increased our family and stuff that makes us happy
has been found in the sand, inside tall buildings, in the countryside, through miles of
trails and stores attracting corners of our eyes. The way it flows from one
object to another predicts how long our history will be written among those
hills and beach huts and living this way creates that awesome unpredictable effect
on us - nothing will be attractive without a real escapade, a noise made by my shoes
on unknown bricked pavements every time we feel some kind of a hidden inarticulated
urge to search for a new view as for sweet water. You bet hundreds of leaflets and street maps are
looked through in these parts on regular basis and our legs are always ready
for some walking.
These days we’re more for a shorter weekend breaks due to our working/parenting schedules however I refuse to call myself a weekend tourist and given opportunity I’ll spend weeks living like locals being pleasantly surprised to find their lives could be easily adapted as mine. Our stay in Germany was just that – relaxed and off-key joys of eating potato salad and getting sun burns. I am definitely not done yet and waiting for my rolling detector to take off! All that hopefully is about to hit off with our upcoming trip up north in June hoping for a bearable weather and tons of walking traits giving Nadia an opportunity to seek thrills and adventures. I’d love her to feel comfortable wherever she finds herself settling for a short period or a long homely stay. I’m definitely for maximizing horizons, especially those opened for an eye view. I guess whichever option of leading our lives we choose (rolling often or not) the greatest fun comes when you start planning it, visualizing, moving index finger through the internal boundaries picking places along the way (check out our previous trips: the moody vibe of seaside here, shades of chill here, nature's great intentions here and many more throughout the archives). Are they multicultural enough to accommodate our needs, crowded enough to still find our personal space yet stunningly built enough to keep us in awe? You can guess what we will be getting up to this spring!
These days we’re more for a shorter weekend breaks due to our working/parenting schedules however I refuse to call myself a weekend tourist and given opportunity I’ll spend weeks living like locals being pleasantly surprised to find their lives could be easily adapted as mine. Our stay in Germany was just that – relaxed and off-key joys of eating potato salad and getting sun burns. I am definitely not done yet and waiting for my rolling detector to take off! All that hopefully is about to hit off with our upcoming trip up north in June hoping for a bearable weather and tons of walking traits giving Nadia an opportunity to seek thrills and adventures. I’d love her to feel comfortable wherever she finds herself settling for a short period or a long homely stay. I’m definitely for maximizing horizons, especially those opened for an eye view. I guess whichever option of leading our lives we choose (rolling often or not) the greatest fun comes when you start planning it, visualizing, moving index finger through the internal boundaries picking places along the way (check out our previous trips: the moody vibe of seaside here, shades of chill here, nature's great intentions here and many more throughout the archives). Are they multicultural enough to accommodate our needs, crowded enough to still find our personal space yet stunningly built enough to keep us in awe? You can guess what we will be getting up to this spring!
Perusing books and tourist guides written by avid travelers
are really helpful together with tons of leaflets resting their backs on the
counters of countless hotels, restaurants, eateries. All you need to do is pick
them up and save the date in your calendar. Leaflets have been our first choice
of exploring the area – from children friendly theme parks to river banks full
of ducks and swans (Abbotsbury Swannery will announce its baby swans hatching
in June, save the date devices essential). As for the books - ‘Where to go and when: Great Britain and
Ireland’ not only gives me ideas which place promises great excitement but
is full of clues when it is the best time to start the engine. Spring chapter has already been
smudged by my fingertips.
Seaside surroundings are those I barely associate my
childhood with, I tend to follow my heart and stop by the trees, haunt rivers and
grassy fields wherever I go. Now more times then ever we cannot resist time spent at the beach and the whole
dressing for spring idea this Sunday (in my case) didn’t quite work out as I was
freezing my gears off but we had to memorize those few hours of daylight at the
pier after celebrating Ireland’s patron’s day. The story behind Sunday’s
afternoon is short and unpredictable: it rained all day giving me cheap thrills
at every break in the tear in the sky. Then it rained some more. And it stopped for the rest of the day like
saying: go out and enjoy the cold. Which we did as casual walk on the beach
never fails as our evening favourite.
