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City Parks and Botanical Shows

Parc de la Ciutadella was, and is, beautiful. I had been looking for a place to sketch on our trip, and I needed to be out in nature, yet away from the city while we were in the city. If that makes any sense? So Joanna and I found a lovely park with interesting statues, I sat, and was able to draw for a good amount of time while she relaxed on a bench. The sculptures looked like dragons, or gargoyles, and were made completely of stone. They were at the entrance to the park, and as we walked in, we saw a beautiful fountain with a baby cherub on top of a sculpture. I sat there and drew for what felt like hours, but it was really under an hour, and Joanna is such an amazing travel partner. She just sat taking it all in while watching people go about their day. I always liked to do this too, but I love to have a sketchbook in my hand because my mind is filled with art constantly; it always wants to be drawing, painting, sculpting, or doing something creative. I don’t know if any of you can relate but that is how my brain processes information. After a while, I start to feel for the people that are with me on the trip, even though they don’t mind, or say they don’t mind, and so we make sure to have plenty to do around where we are at in the moment.

While in the park, we were lucky to happen upon a botanical show filled with orchids. We were walking among these beautiful orchids from exotic places all over the world and we saw our first lacy leaf plant from Brazil. I didn’t write the name of it down here, but it looks like the Swiss hole plants that I find on the Internet. Many years later, I ended up getting a plant along the same lines, but not exactly the same as the one we saw that day. The show wais a special for orchids and we were lucky to come across that one plant which stayed in my mind for a very long time. The orchids were beautiful but I did not end up drawing them in the book in time but that plant really stuck with me. I wanted to do a whole series of green leaf plants because I just love the color green. That’s probably why my new series is focusing on trees because I admire how green envelops the Earth. My favorite thing about plants is that when man-made structures turn to rubble, plants will take over and the earth never stops growing; no matter how many times humans try to pull weeds, or re-create nature, it always comes back really strong.

After the orchid show, we walked around the park some more and found an interesting sign on a plaque in memory of lesbians and transsexuals from 2011. We walked farther along into the city, and we came across a protest where the police were starting to come with their riot shield, so we kept walking. We jjust wanted to keep enjoying the city and find more beautiful things to look at. That day ended up being an amazing art day for me, and an amazing exploration day for both of us. We felt like we really got to know the city that afternoon, and the people. I find it important, not only to eat at local restaurants, shop and local shops, but go to local places where the everyday person is walking about. It’s in these moments, where I find my most cherished memories from traveling. I hope this blog finds you well and I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday. I have noticed more people read my blogs on Tuesdays and Thursdays but I will try to keep up my one Monday, Wednesday, Friday routine. Please let me know in the comments what day you prefer for my posting these blogs because that would be really helpful. Thank you for reading!

-Karen Hilliard

Tags Barcelona Spain, Botanical, New Blog, orchids

Spanish Sea and Sangrias

Tranquility and subtle beauty awaited us on the shoreline of the Mediterranean. Joanna and I put on our dresses and walked down to the Sea. We wanted to just sit and relax while possibly gathering some treasures. We thought a lot about where we were and reminisced about our younger days when we took a trip to Maui. Wherever we go together, we have to find a body of water to sit and be thankful for this life. We feel deeply connected to the water, the land, and the air. These three elements all being in one place is magical. We also brought a bottle of wine to share down by the sea which is always a nice time. As we sat and the sun set, we decided to come back the next day for some daytime relaxation. I wanted time to sit with my sketchbook. The night air was warm and inviting and the moon was beautiful overhead. We had to get back to the campsite so we packed up our belongings, trinkets, the empty wine bottle, and made our way back to camp. We spent all night singing and laughing hysterically about our entire trip. It was one of the best nights I have had on a vacation.

The next morning we awoke to some other tourists cooking their breakfast outside our tent. They were German and very pleasant. After they finished their breakfast, they broke camp. Joanna and I just sat and watched them for an hour and they reminded us of circus performers. They had so much stuff to break down, pack up, and were in and out of their tents many times. After they finally left, we were in hysterics again about the whole experience. We decided to walk around the camp, look at the animals, and treat ourselves to the restaurant breakfast with a Café con Leche of course! When we were finished, we sat a bit and took it all in. Camping Barcelona is an amazing place all on its own. Then, it was time to go back to the sea. Thank goodness I brought my bag and had a hooded sweater inside of it. The weather drastically changed from the night before and there was a chill in the air. I love the unpredictable nature of wind. We sat, I sketched, and Joanna marveled at Mother Nature for a while. There was still a good portion of the day left so we decided to make our way to Mataró for some Sangrias at our favorite restaurant.

The owner and his father were behind the bar when we opened the door. This place was amazing and the owner always gifted us a little taste of a drink he really liked. Each time we went there, the drink was different and always delicious. We ordered the White Sangria and some hush puppies. Both were divine. Joanna and I tried Sangria at different restaurants throughout Barcelona and only the one place in Mataró. The clear, or white, sangria was quite refreshing on a hot day and made us feel hydrated. The red Sangria felt like a dance with a loved one. They both were created with fruit, yet the red tasted like a meal, then made us want to Dane, or move about. The white made us feel like relaxing and sitting at the restaurant. We ended up ordering a few more tapas and talking with the proprietor. He and his father had many stories and we ended up staying to meet his mother. We love finding family owned and run businesses when we travel. It is nice feeling like we are helping an actual person over a corporation. The feel of a family owned business also feels more like home. Where is somewhere in the world you would go back to if you had the chance?

Thank you all for reading and have a marvelous Monday!

-Karen Hilliard

Tags Barcelona Spain, New Blog

Ode to Café con Leche

Café con Leche is a Spanish treat that ignites the senses into a flurry of wonder. The English translation is coffee with milk but let me tell you, this is not the taste that will befall your lips and tongue. Coffee with milk just tells the story of an everyday wake up and go, throwing coffee in a travel mug with a dash of milk just to get a jolt of lightning to start the day…a quick sip of love while sitting in traffic. Whereas a Café con Leche is something else entirely. For example, it is much smaller, much stronger, and deserves much more time to consume. Sipping this delicacy will transport the consumer into a world of complete happiness and a love affair with oneself. Everywhere we went, and on a daily basis, we found a café, then ordered our Café con Leches. We sat. We sipped. We enjoyed deep meaningful conversations. This is how the coffee of Spain deserves to be treated. The internet compares this drink to our Lattes and there is a slight comparison, however, I implore you to travel to Spain and decide for yourself which drink is better. I am sure you have all figured out my opinion and vote by now, and it is not the American version.

While we were traipsing about Barcelona we happened upon a huge Starbucks. I wrote huge because our Starbucks here in Las Vegas are small and on almost every corner. This one was large and in charge from the outside. We did not go in. While in other countries, other states, other cities, even towns, I always try to find the local places to enjoy a meal or beverage. I understand the want for comforts of home and it isn’t because I love to give my stomach a mystery. Although, I am always hopeful for a delicious delicacy over a night in the bathroom. The real reason to taste new foods and drinks is an exploration for my tastebuds. Traveling and seeing the world is not only a trip for my eyes, nose, and ears, but my tastes as well. I love giving my business to small shops along the way. Even if I have a hard time affording certain prices, I try to purchase something small. Coffee in foreign countries always seems the most reasonable. What is your go-to beverage of choice while traveling? In America, I love a hazelnut latte and cheese danish. Anywhere else in the world I try their coffee with milk and compare it to Spain’s delicious treasure.

I hope this blog finds you all well and thank you to those of you offering to “buy me a coffee” through the website. Here is the information again. Each cup of love is appreciated and keeps me inspired for the daily creative bursts. The aroma alone awakens all my senses. Make sure to leave your Instagram or Facebook handle so I can thank you on social media as well. If you would like to show support, here is the link and I truly appreciate the fact that you are liking these blogs, as well as my art posts. I am working hard to bring you all fresh content! Here is the link to my Instagram where I try to post daily. You can also find me on Facebook at my art page Karen Hilliard Art. I value all of you and thank you for reading! Have a blessed weekend and hopefully you all find enjoyment in any activity you do, even a nice sit on the couch watching Netflix…this is always a favorite of mine.

-Karen Hilliard

Tags Barcelona Spain, Café con Leche, Coffee, New Blog

Sagrada Familia

The largest unfinished church in the world was worked on for 43 years by its architect Antoni Gaudi. His remains are in the crypt of his famous Sagrada Famila in Barcelona. He died at 73 years old by being hit by a tram while crossing the street to go to confession. It has been reported that he was dressed in simple cloth and his appearance resembled that of a beggar and no one knew the man lying in the street was the most famous architect in Spain. The local taxi drivers refused to take him to the hospital due to his appearance. He had broken ribs, a bruise on his right leg, and internal bleeding that was severe yet no one knew. He was taken to a hospital for the poor because he had no identification and it took his friends three days to find him. He unfortunately died on the third day due to his injuries. This post was going to be all about the church yet I found this information fascinating how we still treat others with sustain today based on appearances. His life may have been saved if the circumstances were different, simply, if he was dressed in fine clothing as the most famous architect could have been. His death is tragic and sad and was in 1926. Please treat others with kindness, always. Back to his life’s work…

The facade of the church had three sides. One was beautiful, colorful, and inviting. One was dark, mysterious, and seemed cold. The last one I am not sure if I recognized at the time of our trip. His three visions were the birth of Christ, the life of Christ, and the death of Christ. More information about the facades can be found here. The beautiful exterior of the church that we saw invited us in and what a wonder we got to behold. I just stood in awe of the sculpted walls, stained glass, and height of the interior. Looking up and touching the columns was a surreal experience. Imagining how early craftsmen worked with scaffolding and ladders amazed me. Wondering what thoughts went through the architect’s mind drove me deep into my own psyche. He truly represented the life and death of Christ. I hope that when he went, on that third day, he felt proud of his accomplishments instead of sad it was unfinished. The inside was ransacked during the Spanish Civil War and later worked on by others to express Gaudi’s vision. It was an amazing site to see.

Just sitting in the church and feeling its warmth and solace was a wonderful experience. Hearing the music play and the watching man at the organ get in touch with the movement was breathtaking. We sat for what felt like hours in silence. I drew a bit and then we explored the church. We saw where the great architect is buried and the beauty of the crypt. I am still in awe of the stained glass and the reflection of color around the interior. I added some photographs for you all here. If you would like to read more information on his death, you can click here. If you would like to see the Sagrada Familia in person, I highly recommend it! Park Guell is visited more often than the church yet Gaudi put his soul into the creation of the Sagrada. What are you passionate about? What sets your soul on fire?

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful weekend!

-Karen Hilliard

Also, if you would like to show support, I recently joined “buy me a coffee” which is a way for anyone to contribute to the creative process behind the paintings. Fuel the artist so to speak. Here is the link if you are interested and I truly appreciate the support and the fact that you are liking these blogs, as well as my art posts. I am working hard to bring you all fresh content! Here is the link to my Instagram where I try to post daily. You can also find me on Facebook at my art page Karen Hilliard Art.
Thank you again for all of your support!

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A Walk in the Woods, Spain

Joanna and I were so excited to go adventuring in the forest of Barcelona and try to find some boulders to climb. We were lucky to come across some sweet rock formations, boulders, and beautiful trees, but that was not all that was in store for us! We ended up walking through the woods on paths carved by nature and came across a man made trail we thought led back to the city. Upon walking up this hilly trail we ran into a large dog that was aggressively barking at us. I kept walking and just stayed calm saying “you are a good dog, what a good dog,” and then we heard someone speaking to us in Catalan. We ended up walking up someone’s driveway to their house in the middle of the woods and it turned out to be one of the sweetest ladies we met on our trip. She invited us into her house, introduced us to her grandson, and later showed us her beautiful horses. She spoke only Catalan, so how do we know all this you wonder, her son, who spoke English as well, showed up.

The father of her grandson walked in and saw two strangers with his son and spoke to his mother in Catalan. After much discussion, he came and spoke with us. He was worried of course about who was around his child. A very good father. After he explained everything and we explained who we were, what we were doing in the woods, and how we found the house, he was very excited to tell us the history of the house. He also told us about the land and the three beautiful white horses that came up to say hello to us. We drank a coke each and talked for hours, then left to be on our way. As we headed back on the correct trail, we found some lovely trees and a shrine to the Madonna, Mary. It was beautiful and people had brought her offerings. Joanna and I kept exploring and found a tree to sit and ponder on. We love how nature keeps frowning around man-made structures. Nature never ceases to amaze us.

We ended up finding one boulder to climb and it was very slippery with sloping holds. Open handed holds that took a lot of body positioning and repositioning to climb successfully. We both made it to the top and laid on our backs to rest. Our view looking up through the trees was beautiful and we fell asleep for a little while. We woke up in the woods and made it back safely before it got dark. I love that anywhere in the world there is exploration to do off the beaten path. Always remember to be safe and ask locals for advice on where to go. Also, be careful who you ask and give information of where you are going to. My next blog will venture back into the city and I will walk you through the Sagrada Familia. Until then, take care and thank you for reading!

-Karen Hilliard

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So Many People!

The sounds of Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” came booming from the DJ’s speakers. Cyndi’s image was being projected on the wall in all her glory from the original video production circa 1983. My cousin was dancing, feeling the music, and enjoying the night life. She had mentioned earlier during the day that she wanted to find a club, or discotheque while we were in Spain, and go dancing. After walking many hours through the night, we found a discotheque, or so we thought. People were dancing and music was playing, a classic, yes, but we had no idea we would be hearing a song from the 80’s when traveling half way around the world to go to a Spanish disco. It was an interesting scene and state of events that transpired to say the least. We ended up meeting an awesome person and dancing with her for the rest of the time the club was open. She invited us to stay at her flat for the night because it was really late, however, we declined. She was very concerned about us since it was so late.

We all ended up leaving the scene at the same time so Joanna and I walked with her for a while. She went her own way and we headed to the square in the main part of the city. It was 3 am and no transportation vehicles were heading back to the campsite so we decided to sit in the center of the square. After three men came up to us trying to sell us beer, we decided to leave the area. Since it was so early, or late, depending on your version of time, we chose to try and find Patk Güell and be there when it opened. So there we were, on foot, walking hopelessly around a city, trying to find a map. We were wearing those Merrel Barefoot shoes that we both had just purchased right before the trip for running. We learned this night and day that these were not the best shoes to have worn on a 36 hour walking excursion. We found a bench outside of a restaurant and Joanna closed her eyes the moment she sat down. I stayed awake as a lookout just to be safe. About an hour went by and we started walking again.

We traveled up a giant hill and came across a little living area inside the city filled with locals and sweet little storefronts. We bought some fruit, a map of the city, and watched some dancing, then we carried on in the hopes of finding the park designed by Antoni Gaudi. Following the route on the map led us straight to signs leading the way to the park. We still had a ways to go to get to the entrance. We were two of the first people there and other locals were walking their dogs or doing their morning workout routines along the trails. All I wanted to see was the mosaic features of the park. I wanted to find the dragon, or iguana fountain. Joanna opted to sleep when we found the sitting area at the top of the park. We took some photos and then she took a nap. I traveled on looking at all the features and did some sketches. I found the fountain and then the park came alive with people. So many people. There were tourists hustling and bustling about, musicians, and local merchants selling their wares throughout the park. I went back to find my cousin and just saw a sea of people. I closed my eyes, tried not to panic, and thought of where she would be. I turned, opened my eyes, and I saw her across the sitting area. We locked eyes and walked through the craziness toward one another. After hugging each other, she calmly looked at me and said, “Someone sat on my head! That is what woke me up!!”

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful weekend! Next week I will do my best to post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!

-Karen Hilliard

Tags Barcelona Spain, New Blog

The Picasso Museum

I was never really a fan of Picasso. I studied his work in school and did not understand the hype. The style of cubism was unique but did not really intrigue me. I loved realism and detail oriented subjects. While in Barcelona, we had the opportunity to go and tour the Picasso museum. I wasn’t really that excited about it, but I did love seeing all the great painters throughout history. Also, I wanted to see the father of cubism. When we got into his museum, we went to a room with his original drawings and sketches. We also saw some of his original paintings. His portrait work was amazing. I was shocked at how detailed and realistic he could actually paint. Then when I saw his transition into the Cubist style from realism it made way more sense in my brain. I felt truly happy that I got the experience to see Picasso through the ages.

His blue. Always fascinated me how he can use one tone one color to create so many times one hue to create so many tones. I want to try and use this in my own work in the future. Seeing his mural size paintings of conflict that was going on in Spain at the time was a true treasure to see. I am super happy that I went to see his museum while in Barcelona, and glad I did not miss out on the opportunity because of my previous feelings about his work. I learned a lot about Picasso in one day, actually, in fact, I learned more about Picasso in one day, than I did in a semester of art history. I love growing up and constantly growing forward and learning new things. I love meeting new people, having new experiences, and enjoying life to the fullest, and I hope that I learn consistently forever.

The next person I really wanted to see was someone I truly admired, Antoni Gaudi. His work and architecture is something I look forward to and dreamed about. I’m going to Park Güell and finding its location was an interesting story that I will share in my blog for Wednesday. I might actually write that log Thursday since I did this one on Tuesday. The holidays kind of got everything fuddled up with posting the blogs. I tried to have them completed prior to visiting family but I did not get them finished in time. Speaking of family and holidays, what were your holiday plans? For now I will leave you with a picture from Park Güell and dreams about the story coming Thursday. Thank you for reading and happy Tuesday! Also, Happy New Year!!

-Karen Hilliard

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Sea Kayaking

I hope everyone had a Happy Christmas and Wonderful Holiday Season. Thinking about spending time with family and friends brings me back to the kayaking trip with my cousin, who is also my best friend. While in Spain we decided to rent a Sea Kayak and go exploring on the Mediterranean. We had no idea how heavy the kayak would be when we agreed to walking it down to the water ourselves. Also, fun fact, the water was a lot farther away from the campground, by foot, than we thought. So there we were…on the side of the road…carrying a kayak. Some men did stop and tried to help us cross the road which was nice; as it was a super heavy piece of athletic equipment we were struggling with. After we crossed the road we continued down a single footed beach path, in single file, together.

Joanna loves the ocean and the sea. If I could describe how much my cousin feels connected to water, I would say, it calls to her. Anytime we are around any body of water her face lights up and I know it is going to be an amazing day filled with adventure. She does this sweet thing every time we got to the ocean, and that is…staring out to the horizon. It is almost as if the water and her are speaking to one another. When we got to the shoreline she took her moment to be welcomed by the sea while I looked out taking a moment to breath in the air and look forward to our new adventure. I too feel a deep connection to water and welcomed it in my own way. After our moments passed, we put the kayak in the water, pushed off the shoreline, and hopped in. Joanna had convinced me of there being no sharks, or just little reef sharks she said. Later I would feel me out the Mediterranean Sea does in fact have all types of sharks swimming in its waters. I am glad I looked up the information after the experience.

I try to do as many things as I can when traveling so I don’t ever have to look back and think “I wish I did that.” Kayaking was one of these experiences. The water was as clear as looking through a pane of glass. The water was a beautiful blue with violet hues in the bobbing waves. We paddled out to the booies and watched a seagull balancing upon one of them. Looking back over our shoulders at the shoreline gave us inspiration to turn the kayak to find the city from the sea. After many minutes of spinning we finally saw the city scape which was impressive, but I longed to look out at the vast distance of the water instead. We sat for what felt like hours just rocking in our kayak with our feet up on the edges. That day was filled with many tranquil experiences until we had to walk the kayak back to the campsite. The overall experience was quite an adventure and we marveled at our strength throughout the day. In the evening we sat and rested our sore muscles while sipping a bottle of wine we purchased earlier. Thank you all for reading and I wish you all a relaxing weekend. May you take time to enjoy all the little moments this life has to offer!

-Karen Hilliard

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Baggage Claim in Spain

“Our tent is our home,” my cousin kept saying over and over as the man behind the desk told her our bags were lost. He ended up telling her to buy a new tent because we may not see our luggage again. Needless to say we were both in shock. Never seeing our rucksacks again? All the memories with them, all our clothes and food for this trip, all our gear!! He said we could just buy new stuff!! Yes, these are things and things can be replaced. We weren’t upset about that. We were so nervous because we spent most of our money on this trip and had very little funds left to eat at restaurants let alone buy a tent to sleep in. Not to mention we would need mats and a sleeping bag for when the weather dropped at night. We looked at each other and knew we were both thankful to have chosen our destination along the Mediterranean Sea instead of Mt. Kilimanjaro, Africa! We would have frozen at the summit!! So there we were, confused and misplaced, glad we had each other, and that we were both safe.

At that moment, we made a mutual decision to camp out in the airport and not leave until our bags were returned to us. We were told multiple times to leave!!! The workers at the airport were not happy and the cops talked to us more than once. We asked what would happen if we left and went to our camping destination, Camp Barcelona, and the airport attendants said they would notify us when, and if our bags arrived. We asked how long that would be and they kept hinting that our bags were lost forever. In their minds, they wanted us to get over it and just go, leave, get out of their airport! No!! We refused every time. Luckily we had our sarongs with us because we ended up using them as blankets to lay in and take naps. Joanna was on the hard floor and I chose the wood bench. Neither were comfortable but our bodies were so tired we both ended up sleeping. Then, we were awakened by the wax floor cleaning machine and a very grumpy person guiding the device along. Again, we were asked to leave and almost were forced out.

Telling the cops we would be sitting over in another area was not a good time. We told them where they could find us when our bags arrived. Hours went by and no one came so we went and sat at the baggage department. Twenty minutes later, our bags were found and returned to us. I wonder if any of those workers still tell stories of the two crazy Americans who would not leave the airport that day. We were starting to feel like Tom Hanks in that movie Terminal when he is not allowed to leave the airport because his passport is not recognized anymore while his country was in turmoil. Using this analogy for the part about not being able to leave the airport, and the staff in this case wanting us to exit the facility. We were so thankful we stayed, brought our sarongs in our carry-ons, and learned a lot that day. I said, “I will always carry a sarong in my carry-on,” and from that day on, I did! You can probably imagine what Monday’s post will be about already! Until then, have a wonderful weekend and thank you for reading!

-Karen Hilliard

The link to my Christmas Ornaments is here and below. 11 more days until Christmas!!

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My Bag’s Perspective

Where are we? I don’t know. It is cold, and dark, and everything smells funny. I am so thankful to have my best friend here with me because I would be completely lost without them. The only thing missing is my person and all I keep thinking is, “where is she?” I have traveled to so many wonderful places with her and I hope after all this time she has not discarded me. The last thing I heard her say was that she was putting me on a belt and sending me to the baggage part of the plane she was boarding. I am so grateful my best friend was out on the same belt and loaded into the same plane. I thought we were going to Barcelona but just found out we did not make it. I wonder where our people are and if they are looking for us as we sit here, cold and confused. I just heard someone on the radio say we are in Madrid!! Oh no, is she in Madrid or did she go to Barcelona?! Are we lost???

All of a sudden I was picked up and thrown into the air thankfully landing on a cart with wheels. Wait, what about my friend, I thought as a huge object landed on me. Ah, it is okay…it is just my friend and fellow backpack mate. See these two cousins went on this trip to Barcelona together so I guess me and my best friend are cousins too? We travel together all the time but this is the first time we have been misplaced, discarded, terrified of admitting we may just be lost! I hope they are looking for us. Oh no! What if they don’t find us and we never see them again. What if we end up in a landfill? Okay, we cannot start the “What if” thoughts. That never makes anyone feel better. Time to calm the anxiety and just hope for the best. I wonder where this wheeled mobile and driver are taking us. Like I said, have to hope for the best.

It is getting colder and the sounds are getting louder. I hear the people scurrying and planes rolling out on runways like before. Ahh, I am flying through the air again. What is happening?! Ouch!!! I landed on something sharp and ouch, again, my best friend just hit me in my front pouch pocket! Well, at least we are together. I wonder if we will ever see our people ever again. I hope we will. I hear the door closing so we must be on the plane now. Yes, there is the sound of the engine. There are the stewards talking. Okay, here we go into the unknown hoping for the best. At least we are on a plane so this may work out. Always hoping for everything to work out just like our people would in any situation. We have been flying a long time but I guess it was shorter and my anxiety made it feel longer because the landing gear just got released. Few, nice landing and safe. Here we go, rolling out in the tarmack, wind on our canvas, heading into another loud airport. Where are we? Something is being said in another language, I think it is Spanish but it sounds different. Oh no! Where are we?? Suddenly we hear it, “Thank you, Gracias, thank you so much! Our bags!!” Oh our people!!!! Reunited and it feels so nice.

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful Wednesday!

-Karen Hilliard

The link to my Christmas Ornaments is here and below. 12 more days until Christmas!!

Narwhal Ornament 2023 | Karen Hilliard Art

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