When this journey began, territory stretched out to the horizon. Mongolia -- barely a rolling hill. Siberia -- vast snowy plains & forests. As I progressed southward, country by country, landscapes began reaching up. Now Portugal is entirely in the clouds.
Naturally there had to be a black cat
In this strange, towering wonderland of castles & mystery & vertical life.
Another mountain to climb...a gothic castle
This one was designed by a king who had a strong belief in things occult
Spires rose like chess pieces
One of the king's convictions had to do with the underground...the power of "under"...of vortexes of air moving through caves & tunnels. He ordered a hole to be dug. A deeeeeep hole for that era, remarkably deep. I'm sure the center of the earth was just around the corner. You could get there two ways: down a long spiral staircase, or up it. I wasn't sure which one I was embarking upon when I entered this cave.
Parts of the cave were dead black. Some sections had strings of lights. That white light in the foreground was my handy-dandy flashlight, which I carry everywhere. Others used their cell phones as flashlights.
The cave ended at the base of the hole, which looked innocent enough.
Until I looked up. Waaaaaay up to a circle of light far, far above.
I proceeded up the stairs. Water dripped in a loud & eerie way. The stone stairs were slick & narrow. These are the same people who were down there when I started.
There they are again, as I climbed higher
And higher....
And higher....that is them, in that tiny circle of light at the bottom center!
The sun welcomed me as I emerged
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