Because, I mean, how can I ever make someone else understand how much the moment I shared with a German student (I believe he was German or Austrian, leaning towards German) when waiting for most of the group to return from a cave trip. I didn't go because I wasn't the best at walking up hills...and it was a steep climb. Myself, Shannon, Natalie and "Parko" stayed in a shady area. We had about two hours just sitting and contemplating, and sleeping in Parko's case... He was coming back down the previously mentioned hill, and stopped next to where we had based ourselves (and most of the group's luggage while they went cave-seeing). For some reason, I'd shifted places for a while...I was perhaps a little cold and went to sit in the sun next to Natalie for a while. He asked where we were from and why we were on the mountain. I explained that we were in a group and from the UK. We established that we were staying at the same place (camp site in Starigrad). When he saw his group approaching, he told us all to enjoy our trip and said he hoped he'd see us all at the camp site. Whether he did, we'll never know.
And how can I accurately explain how it felt to step off the plane, having only just flown over Italy as it seemed to us all, and it feeling like a different universe. The airport was scary, the signs were in Croatia (obviously) and the security guards looked like army officials. I remember being in the female toilets with Jemma, Catherine and a few others when Catherine realised she'd left her passport on the plane. I'm not saying I think I should have taken a picture of the toilets, but maybe the airport arrivals scene that greeted us... And then the area we took over in the lobby while waiting to find out where the heck Louis' bag had gone and why me and Natalie were missing our camping mats.
Plodine, Starigrad camp shops, Restoran Degenija, departures at Split Airport, the mountain shop and the mountain café, I could go on for hours. The point is that there are some things that you can't capture in pictures. It might be bad timing or something else, but sometimes it's just not possible. I realised this earlier this evening when I'd taken this picture...
I took it on my phone, so I knew the quality wouldn't do what I was seeing justice. This is the view I had all the way home on the college bus. There were at least ten, maybe even twenty, aeroplane 'lines'/'tracks' in the sky. They all stood out against the blue (yes, it was blue...told you the quality was bad). I wanted to take it because I felt inspired somehow by it. I later went past the same place this picture was taken again, and the sky had changed. It was close to the end of a sunset, and the sky was multicoloured. I'm not exaggerating when I say that there was pink near the trees, then a mix of oranges, yellows, greens, blues and purples right up to where the sky darkens in the picture, which is where the sky was a midnight blue. The aeroplane 'lines'/'tracks' were all a deep heather colour. I was so annoyed that I didn't even have my phone with me to take a picture of it, but at least I have this one.There's always something nice about seeing aeroplane tracks (I'll go with that word shall I?) in the sky. I like pondering where the plane was headed, whether it was jetting off to foreign lands or whether it was homebound. I like to wonder about the adventures the passengers had ahead of them. Very much like my German friend from the mountain, I'll never know, and I'm not sure I'll ever want to.
Besos ♥
Rachel
PS: Sorry for the long absence! I've had severe writers' block :(
I do that, all the time, and fern told me i was mental when i was doing it from the window in G block
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