Something I’ve learned about life, which has been only reinforced by travel, is that you never know where you’re going to find magic.
It can be in a shared experience with a stranger, kind words, or seeing a treasured sight for the first time.
Or, as in this photo, it can be on a windy beach in Sonoma County in June, when my father picked up a piece of driftwood to create some sand art.
Obviously sometimes this is a bad idea (has anyone else seen The Descent?!), but some of the coolest travel memories I’ve had have been from getting lost down side streets or, like this photo, from a day wandering through the Scottish Highlands.
Have you ever paved a way?