In my travels I prefer a village setting to a big city, and will bypass London for thatched roof country, or head straight out of Rome to explore the ancient villages of Umbria , Tuscany or Ligurnia. All over the world, they are so different.
On the little island of Aeroskobing in Denmark…
…or above the clouds high up in the mountains of Switzerland.
At sea level in Iceland…
….or at the foot of a Norman castle in Ireland.
In the shadow of Cesky Krumlov Castle in the Czech Republic… 
…or on the shore of a fjiord in Norway.
Beneath an ancient Roman aquaduct in Spain…
…or on a little cobbled street in Dorset.
Each has its own unique story and history…
Tastes…
Traditions… 
And characters…
All so different and yet so familiar.
Almost like family.
Copyright 2012 Naomi Baltuck
Writing Between the Lines 