Frankfurt am Main. After only a few hours in the city, I was in love.
How could anyone see that without at least a little bit of awe?
Although I could list dozens of things I loved about the city, my favorite was the unique blend of old and new. One minute, we were standing in the heart of the city above, while only a short walk away is the historic Frankfurt Cathedral (below).
From the Frankfurt Cathedral’s bell tower, we stood in the old, and were dazzled by the new.
The strong gothic architecture provides such a stark contrast to the soaring skyscrapers; the old yields to the overpowering new.
These structures are the heights of their respective century’s technology. Truly, this cathedral, in which emperors of the Holy Roman Empire were coronated, must have struck pilgrims down in wonder. Today, the dizzying heights of the new buildings have the same sort of effect. Really, then, are these building contrasting? Or saying the same thing, in a different language?
Although this is technically last week’s photo challenge, I loved this photo too much not to share:
The ground beneath my feet less than a week ago was that of the Rosenstein Castle Ruins in Germany. It was a beautiful hike and the view of the town Heubach (near Schwäbisch Gmünd) was magnificent; the fact that these ruins have been here since the Middle Ages just makes it that much more impressive and memorable.
It feels like just yesterday I was landing in Heathrow, excited to see all that summer had to offer, including what adventures Dad and I would get into, and how many pictures we would take. As I board the plane for the twelve-hour flight home, I cannot believe how truly wonderful my summer was. My dad and I had an absolute blast, even if we were just having a pint at the pub, and there are so many pictures I simply didn’t get around to posting, so when I’m missing England, I’ll reminisce… But for now, here are my favorite photos of a busy summer.
Surviving the rain the English way: with a Pimm’s cup.
Photo taken by my dad and mentor, Dennis Narlock
Dad and I before the walk, decked out in boppers and glow-sticks!
The photo of this Moorhen, with his brilliant blue-black feathers, is courtesy of my father and mentor, Dennis Narlock.
Photo taken by the one and only, Ross.
Thank you, Dad, for not only supporting me for 21 years, but also for giving me an opportunity most kids only dream of. “Thank you” seems too small to let you know how sincerely I appreciate this, but for now it will have to suffice. I will cherish these memories forever.
Cheers, England. Until next time. Xx.
P.S.: The tags at the bottom of this post link to other blog posts from this summer. There are quite a few, but if you are interested in seeing the original posts, feel free to click around and explore!
Of course, while we were enjoying our rides in the MG, there was plenty of time left over to admire some of the other cars. Although there were many cars in pristine shape, and we quite literally took hundreds of photos, here are a few of our favorites:
My dad’s coworker, Mark, has a beautiful, cherry-red, 1932 MG J2. Mark frequently takes it out for events (he even uses it to get his groceries!), and when he invited us to attend the Prescott Speed Hill Climb with him near the end of July, the word “no” wasn’t even an option! Mark was kind enough to take us all for a ride along the course, which includes some tight turns at a relatively high speed.
The ride lasts less than a minute…
And some of us enjoyed it more than others…
But it was a beautiful, atypical English summer day, the wind was amazing as it blew through my hair, and I think we secretly all wished for another ride (except Ross, who jumped at every opportunity Mark gave him to sit in the MG!)!
It was a memorable and unique experience! Thank you, Mark, for having us! Cheers!
Although there are many wonderful locations in Wiltshire to visit, Salisbury is one I find myself returning to at every possibility. After walking through town, you arrive at these triumphant gates… … and as this majestic cathedral pokes out from behind the trees… …I simply find it impossible not to be inspired. Standing in the presence of this glorious and absolutely beautiful cathedral, one understands why pilgrims would make journeys that would last years simply to pray. Although my journey will take a fraction of the time, Salisbury Cathedral is a place that I will visit as often as I can, even if it is simply to bask in all of its glory. If you haven’t been yet, check it out!
Is there anywhere you find yourself constantly inspired? Tell me about it so I can add it to my travel list!