Discovering the Costa brava

As i am writing my hell to heaven story and some other 2 ebooks at the same time, i am looking at how I travel. 

Recapturing stories as they happen and then using it later for book content is a good way to relive the lessosn the road teaches us.  

In know now that Au was about getting closer to my own truth, Nz was about learning to be present and of service to the world with god by my side, and Curaçao was about starting over to learn to appreciate all i was and all i could tolerate. 

All my joureys have been about tolerating, forgiving and still loving life and myself.


Now in Spain this journey is about appreciating the things of simple life.. and finding the treasures under the rubble. 

costa brava 





its a rugged gem, but so beautiful if you take the time to pass the old housing, long raods and just take in the coatal scenes.. for unseen beauty never fades.. 

to appreciate the original beauty as it was meant to.. that is the lesson i am takign in now


my own unseen beauty

god unseen beauty

alongside the rugged scenes of spains coast and sea.. 

the sea hugs the land

pushing against it- running into it

the vast sea that plays the push and shove with the land.. 

and the road winds and winds to show more beauty around the next curve.. 


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