Eye of the needle

For well over a year, DH and I had not gotten around to doing any trips purely for pleasure. So, when the new edition of that out-of-town appointment that gave me a spontaneous holiday two weeks ago was coming early on Monday, we decided to make a quick escape and both took off Tuesday, too. 

Which explains the bloggy silence. 

Ancient buildings, historical churches, timber-framed houses, a candlelight dinner, and both of us soaking up the atmosphere of a thriving and alive city. 

And on the next day, sightseeing in a nearby castle that offered, from the top of the tower, a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape.

To enjoy this, of course, I had to climb that tower. 

The last iterations of the winding staircase were just wide enough to pass through.

Had I attempted to climb that tower three years ago, that would have been the place I could not go on because there was no way sixty-plus more pounds of me could have fit through that passage. 

This time, I just continued the climb and enjoyed the view. And I wasn´t even out of breath when exiting the staircase.

There have been many occasions where I stayed at the foot of a tower or a hill while DH climbed it and brought down the pictures of what I might have seen had I managed to move my fat body up there. 

Today, we can enjoy the sights together, first hand. 

That, too, is Why I Do This.

Julia