When we got up and got on to the bus Sunday morning we were all a little travelled out, but the bus ride promised a good 2-hour nap before our stop in Morella. Nobody knew what Morella was or where it was, and nobody was really looking forward to it. We hoped it was near the beach.
By the time we got off the main road and wound through the frightening mountain roads in our enormous bus, we all agreed this town better be pretty freaking good. It didn't look too hopeful, as the towns only got smaller and smaller, until we rounded one bend and saw a taller mountain topped with spiraling walls and a castle and all reluctantly agreed that it looked pretty cool. After much coaxing of the large bus, the driver managed to get us up to the city. The tour groups gathered up, and I wondered away. In perfect form, I might add.
I went into the little shops that lined the streets - all filled with goods from local farmers and artisans. There was honey, cheeses, knitted wool, carved wood, more. And all local. It was exactly what I have always been looking for. I fell in love with nearly everything I touched, and had to stop myself from buying it all.
I eventually made my way up to the top of the town which was in fact a series of walls that spiraled up to a castle. It was quite a walk up there and it got really windy, but I could only smile. It felt like at any moment you could just lift up and fly out into the empty mountains that stretched out for miles in every direction.
By the time I got back down to the waiting bus, I was floating.
By the time we got off the main road and wound through the frightening mountain roads in our enormous bus, we all agreed this town better be pretty freaking good. It didn't look too hopeful, as the towns only got smaller and smaller, until we rounded one bend and saw a taller mountain topped with spiraling walls and a castle and all reluctantly agreed that it looked pretty cool. After much coaxing of the large bus, the driver managed to get us up to the city. The tour groups gathered up, and I wondered away. In perfect form, I might add.
I went into the little shops that lined the streets - all filled with goods from local farmers and artisans. There was honey, cheeses, knitted wool, carved wood, more. And all local. It was exactly what I have always been looking for. I fell in love with nearly everything I touched, and had to stop myself from buying it all.
I eventually made my way up to the top of the town which was in fact a series of walls that spiraled up to a castle. It was quite a walk up there and it got really windy, but I could only smile. It felt like at any moment you could just lift up and fly out into the empty mountains that stretched out for miles in every direction.
By the time I got back down to the waiting bus, I was floating.
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