I took these pictures at the Archaeological Museum in Elche, Spain. I was fascinated by how short the uniforms were. Gives new meaning to the phrase, Cut them off at the knees. I surely hope they had on some strong bottoms. Above is my own warrior! Elche Archaeological Museum Elche Archaeological Museum Posted for Kammie's... Continue Reading →
I saw this window with an unexpected statue of what I think is a saint that watches over the ships and boats in Quarteria, Portugal. It was at the end of a long pier at the harbor. We were there to watch fishing boats come and go. I guess when you spend a lot of... Continue Reading →
This rainbow colored blouse is a anomaly in my closet. I usually stick to plaids or stripes, with at most two different colors. Douglas talked me into buying this blouse at the Goodwill store, as he thought I needed to be more colorful on our trip to Spain. With a red jacket, blue glass frames,... Continue Reading →
In all of my travels abroad, I have never met an alien being. Instead, I found people everywhere who shared the same basic fears and worries: finding love, making a living, raising responsible and good people, and having more good days than bad ones. Travel reinforces the fact that people are more alike than they... Continue Reading →
Pathways remind me of choices: which way to go to maximize a day's opportunities for reflection and fun? Pathways rarely used lead to surprising places and make it possible to experience views and create memories that few others have witnessed. Villajoisa, Spain: Roman ruins: Pathway to the past. Portimao, Portugal! Step Carefully! Elche, Spain: Which... Continue Reading →
I am not a photographer, but I wanted to participate in this challenge, to present what happiness means to me. Happiness means being with family, especially new members like great-grandchildren. Below are four generations together on my birthday. Happiness is traveling the world with my husband, an adventurer if ever there was one. Thank God... Continue Reading →
This statue in Elche, Spain left Douglas and me stumped. There was no plaque explaining what it symbolizes. It was located in the middle of an area near the town's municipal offices. I was fascinated by it, mainly because the figures don't actually seem to be doing anything that I recognize. Of course, it represents... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I love finding ruins, particularly Roman ruins, and when we are walking through them, I can almost see in my imagination the people from centuries ago as they went about their daily lives. It is somewhat eerie, but maybe spirits do live in places long after they have been vacated by people. I... Continue Reading →
I have marveled at the sizes of some contemporary American churches, especially arena-sized ones built to hold tens of thousands of worshipers at one time in megachurches. As big as they are, they lack the grandeur of the churches in Europe that are centuries old, in terms of the reverence for God and Jesus demonstrated... Continue Reading →
'What I love about being here in Portugal is the preservation of the past, which allows us to connect the past to today, and it will allow future generations to experience the beauty and engineering expertise of generations that lived long before them. In Faro, I was astonished to see the juxtaposition of modern and... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 