a breath of fresh air.
Working in Bellver de la Cerdanya for a month had its ups and its downs. It was a tiny little town, kind of nestled into the middle of nowhere. There were times it was lonely, too isolated and too small. But those moments in themselves were also very small, and for the most part, I soaked up every second of that hilly, cobbly place with mountains just in the distance.
Every afternoon it wasn’t raining, I ventured out to explore with Mary. We were always under the pretense of exercise, but it almost always ended up as a destinationless adventure, delving into the mountains and trails laid out behind the town or climbing up the aged stairs of the city to get a view of the whole place.
After growing up in the good old flat Midwest, I find myself in awe of places like this. The mountains, for me, are a breath of fresh air, a stunning thing to simply take in with your eyes and an unforgettable experience to wind through them.