Where is your "magic place"?
Jan 10th, 2007, 03:23 PM
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In Europe, along the Dales Way in Dentdale, Cumbria, England. In June with the Hawthorne in bloom and the fields awash in yellow flowers. And the sheep (of course).
Closer to home, in the woods of the north Georgia mountains. By the side of a waterfall near my cabin. My dog and I seem to be the only ones who know about it.
Closer to home, in the woods of the north Georgia mountains. By the side of a waterfall near my cabin. My dog and I seem to be the only ones who know about it.
Jan 10th, 2007, 03:58 PM
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High fives to people reading The Historian. Impressionante!
Trying to be funny because I don't feel like combing my brain to find that "one" place, but you know one really does not have to be far to feel the magic of a place, of life, and beauty of those around you. I suggest reading Richard Bach AND The Historian.
Trying to be funny because I don't feel like combing my brain to find that "one" place, but you know one really does not have to be far to feel the magic of a place, of life, and beauty of those around you. I suggest reading Richard Bach AND The Historian.
Jan 10th, 2007, 05:08 PM
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Wombat7, Good thing nothing has grabbed you half- or full-way through The Historian. It is a book about Dracula, Man 
Seriously, I personally found it to be a fantastic book with clear, crisp descriptions of many cities and places. And a serious plot.
Seriously, I personally found it to be a fantastic book with clear, crisp descriptions of many cities and places. And a serious plot.
Jan 10th, 2007, 07:48 PM
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There's a certain bench on a hill overlooking Lake Ullswater in England's Lake District where I take in the pastoral view and feel utterly relaxed and at peace. I could sit there for hours. My husband photographed the scene, enlarged the picture and had it framed for me for Christmas. The other place is a farmhouse B&B in Killarney Ireland overlooking the National Park and lake. There I fell in love with Ireland.
Jan 13th, 2007, 12:58 AM
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St Peter's Square in Rome at neight when the crowds are gone
Sitting on the steps at the Wasserscheide in Marburg on a summer's evening with an ice-cream from next-door Cafe Venezia in hand, listening to a street musician and watching people passing by
The ruins of Allerheiligen in the Black Forest
The Campo in Siena
Walking along the beach on a North Sea island at low tide with my feet in the water
Loch Ard Gorge on the Great Ocean Road in Australia
Sitting on the steps at the Wasserscheide in Marburg on a summer's evening with an ice-cream from next-door Cafe Venezia in hand, listening to a street musician and watching people passing by
The ruins of Allerheiligen in the Black Forest
The Campo in Siena
Walking along the beach on a North Sea island at low tide with my feet in the water
Loch Ard Gorge on the Great Ocean Road in Australia
Mar 12th, 2007, 12:52 AM
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Edinburgh, Scotland. Dragging my suitcase up the many steps out of Waverley station and suddenly hearing the most wonderful bagpipe music. No doubt then that we really had arrived in Scotland.
Haweswater, Cumbria. During a winter visit there was some snow on the fells and we wanted to show it to our daughter. On the entire drive along Haweswater we didn’t encounter another soul, the silence and the remoteness all against this beautiful snowy winter backdrop; it was a truly memorable morning.
Balquhidder Glen, Scotland. Going to the little church to look at the grave of Rob Roy and discovering that the graveyard was full of Mclaren graves, the graves of my husband’s ancestors. Taking a little path to a nearby waterfall and seeing a sign pointing towards Boars Rock (Creag an Tuirc), the rallying place of the Mclarens. Climbing the hill to the Rock and the wonderful view from the top. One of the highlights of our trip!
Neuschwanstein, Bavaria. This was our first castle on our very first trip to Europe. It was March, cold and we were all wrapped up in scarves and gloves. We took the horse drawn cart to the top, what a fantastic experience.
Haweswater, Cumbria. During a winter visit there was some snow on the fells and we wanted to show it to our daughter. On the entire drive along Haweswater we didn’t encounter another soul, the silence and the remoteness all against this beautiful snowy winter backdrop; it was a truly memorable morning.
Balquhidder Glen, Scotland. Going to the little church to look at the grave of Rob Roy and discovering that the graveyard was full of Mclaren graves, the graves of my husband’s ancestors. Taking a little path to a nearby waterfall and seeing a sign pointing towards Boars Rock (Creag an Tuirc), the rallying place of the Mclarens. Climbing the hill to the Rock and the wonderful view from the top. One of the highlights of our trip!
Neuschwanstein, Bavaria. This was our first castle on our very first trip to Europe. It was March, cold and we were all wrapped up in scarves and gloves. We took the horse drawn cart to the top, what a fantastic experience.
Mar 26th, 2007, 07:44 AM
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Love this thread! My list of "Places to visit before I die" has grown exponentially.
My three spots to date:
1) A public garden in Santander, Spain on a balmy fall night. The sky was dark lavender - a color I haven't seen since (15+ yrs ago) and will never forget.
2) Machu Picchu in the spring at dusk, with no one but llamas and my husband to share the view.
3) Watching the sun set in Oia, Greece.
4) (I know it's more than 3 - indulge me!) Turning the corner and seeing the Statue of David for the first time.
Now I've got the travel-itch so badly I'm not going to be able to concentrate today
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My three spots to date:
1) A public garden in Santander, Spain on a balmy fall night. The sky was dark lavender - a color I haven't seen since (15+ yrs ago) and will never forget.
2) Machu Picchu in the spring at dusk, with no one but llamas and my husband to share the view.
3) Watching the sun set in Oia, Greece.
4) (I know it's more than 3 - indulge me!) Turning the corner and seeing the Statue of David for the first time.
Now I've got the travel-itch so badly I'm not going to be able to concentrate today
.
Oct 14th, 2007, 08:25 PM
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sipping wine anywhere in the
Cinque Terre.
stolling down any little canal in Venice
watching the way the light makes the paint sparkle on a Van Gogh in Amsterdam
seeing the lights twinkle on the Eiffel Tower at night in Paris.
making Limoncello here at home with family and friends.
Cinque Terre.
stolling down any little canal in Venice
watching the way the light makes the paint sparkle on a Van Gogh in Amsterdam
seeing the lights twinkle on the Eiffel Tower at night in Paris.
making Limoncello here at home with family and friends.
Oct 14th, 2007, 08:37 PM
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The village of Oia on the island of Santorini in the Aegean Sea on the night of a late summer's huge full moon as it rises from behind the far side of the island, casting a sparkling trail across the caldera that rivals any fireworks display.
