Tales of the Sea
Zambujeira do Mar, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Sintra, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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One of the most spectacular places in Algarve
Cabo Sao Vincente, Praia do Tonel, Sagres, Algarve, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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The best place for a morning coffee, Sintra, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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How many stories may tell the wind sweeping Cabo de Sao Vincente, Algarve, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Morning at Colegio Sao Jose, Sintra, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Forte de Sao Miguel Arcanjo, Nazare. Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Douro Valley, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Atlantic Ocean, bashing angrily its waves on the coast of Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Walking on the walls of Castle of Guimarães, Guimaraes, Portugal, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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The Beach, Sines, Portugal , by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Porto, guarding the banks of Douro River and the home for savorous Porto Wine, Portugal, photo by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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3ooo km through Portugal, from north to south, on every possible road, I took so many pictures and I could have taken even more but I did not had enough space. It was a fantastic trip which dazzled me, therefore you will see lots of pictures from my amazing vacation.
Porto, Douro River Bridges, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu
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Stairway to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe Island, Biscay, Spain

Day 235
Tracy Arm Fjord, Alaska, by Mack Horton
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Solar Eclipse by Willoughby Owen, Milingimbi. Northern Australia
Day 234
São Miguel, Azores, Portugal
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Mediterranean Golden Sunset, Israel, by Isam Telhami
Day 233
Early morning, Venice, Italy, by nomotion
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Magoito beach, Sintra, Portugal
Day 232
Atacama Desert. Chile, by Mariusz Kluzniak
Day 231
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Sand Island, Indian Ocean, Mombasa, Kenya, by The Far Horizon
Day 230
The 200 years old green door of St, Ives Bakery, Cornwal, England
Day 229
Winter Bliss, Cotroceni, Bucharest, Romania, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu
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Praia da Rocha, Algarve, Portugal
Day 228
Geres, Sao Bento close to Porto North of Portugal
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Another drop dead gorgeous, literally, wander of nature, Underwater waterfall, Mauritius Island
Day 227
Lake Abraham and the frozen Methane Bubbles. Deady beautiful, Alberta, Canada
photo by Paul Christian Bowman
Day 226
Caesarea, Israel, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu
Day 225
The question will be now “Where to?“ since the breakfast is over..
Day 224
Yuanyang Terrace, China
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Sea mist over the cliffs at Hammers on Lundy, North Devon, England, UK by the Landmark Trust
Day 223
Saskatchewan – Canada – by Ian McGregor
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Faro del Teno, Tenerife, Canary Island, Spain, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

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Nassau Lighthouse, The Bahamas
Day 222
Volcanic fields at 2000m altitude, Teno National Park, Tenerife, CanaryIslands, Spain, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

Day 221
Iceland by Andy Lee
Day 220
Kirkjufell, Iceland, by coolbiere photograph
Day 219
Angels Fall, Venezuela
Day 218
The Inca rope bridge of Qeswachaka, above Apurimac river, Peru, by Mauro Gambini
Day 217
Praia de Fora, Santa Catarina, Brazil
Day 216
Sunrise on Kilimanjaro, Tanzania, by Hudson Henry
Day 215
Somewhere in my Dreamland the Sun is Rising
Day 214
The beauty lies in simplicity, Cornwall, England
Day 213
Misty Morning in Czech Republic by Moravec Tomas
Day 212
Sunrise on the river, Croatia, by KAFOTKA Dinko Neskusil
Day 211
Pantai Karang, Sanur, Bali, Indonesia, by Farizun Amrod Saad
Day 210
Sunrise on the marshes, kent, England, by Robert Canis
Day 209
Gaiola Island, Napoli, Italy
Day 208
Sintra, Portugal, by J A Pereda
Day 207
La Foulerie le Château de Courances, France
Day 206
Campo S.Vidal, Venice, Italy, by David Butali
Day 205
La Spezia, Liguria, Italy, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu
Day 204
Val d’Orcia Region, Tuscany, Italy by Kevin McNeal Photography
Day 203
Saturday morning and I am walking on the streets of Sibiu desperately looking for a place where I can buy a cup of coffee. Maybe you wonder why on earth would I do that in a Saturday morning? Well, the answer is very simple. Although I was staying in a beautiful villa 30 km from Sibiu, when I woke up in the morning and went straight to the coffee machine, because I was in desperate need for my dose of caffeine, I realized that coffee machine is much smarter than I was expecting and I had no clue how to make it work. Deprived of my morning coffee I decided that since I have to leave the villa so early I might as well go to Sibiu and see how is coming to life on a Saturday morning.
I left the idyllic surroundings of Salistea village and went to Sibiu. Bought my coffee in the first coffee shop I found open and with shaking hands I took my first sip…It was divine!!!!
I do not think the coffee I had was better then other coffees I had before, I had better. I think it was the Autumn morning on the streets of Sibiu which added the extra flavor to my coffee. I was waking up gradually, sip by sip, step by step on the streets of Sibiu and I felt like a little girl waking up in the fairy tale she was reading about before she went to bed. It was not my first time in Sibiu, but it was the the first time I was seeing it like this, in a totally new light.
The streets were empty at that hour and I felt like having a private tour in a city which just like me,was gradually waking up…. on a sunny Autumn Morning…
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6 AM. With a steamy cup of coffee in my hand I am sitting on a terrace of a little cottage somewhere in the North of Israel watching the sunrise. Mush the dog is siting close to me while four cats are watching my moves. It is morning and they are hungry waiting anxious to be fed. The sun is rising slowly, climbing on the sky from behind the hills. The surface of the Sea of Galilee is capturing the sun-rays in its shimmers. I should feel sleepy, after all I am never waking up willingly at 6 AM, but I am not. I am happy. If someone would have asked me“ why am I happy?“ I don`t think I would have been able to answer. The feeling surrounded me like a cloud. It was in the air that I breath. My eyes were caught by the sun and my mind was in a state of numbness forgetting about anything else. Because nothing else mattered.
It was a new travel which begun with a new day. It was a new day which begun with a sunrise. It was a new sunrise which brought me a new story…
Sunrise in Galilee, Israel
Day 201
Padley Gorge, Grindleford, Derbyshire Peak District, England, by Simon Bull
Day 200
Georgengarten Hannover ,Germany by tiny-al
Day 199
Loch Ard, Scotland, By Unique Landscape
Day 198
Monemvassia, Lakonia, Peloponnissos Greece, By Emanuel Coupe
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Levens Hall, England, by Unicorn81
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Ribeira Sacra, Galicia, Spain, by Stuart
Day 195
Loch Lochy, Highlands, Scotland, by Barbara Jones
Day 194
Mt. McKinley, Denali National Park, Alaska, by Ron Niebrugge
Day 193
Riomaggiore, Cinque Terre, Liguria, Italy, photo by John Monster
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Probably most of the times we do not even notice that every morning has something different. That Morning has literally a thousand faces and every day there is a new story to tell. Maybe because we are so deepened in the world of our smartphones that we forget the real life it is happening somewhere outside the virtual world we spend so much time into.
We read other people stories without having the courage to make our own stories. To leave the comfort zone and try something different. To mask the lack of courage, we find all kind of excuses. The thing is that no excuse can change the reality, that at the end of the day we were just cowards, that we use the Ostrich`s strategy putting our heads in the sand, in our case the virtual world, instead of dealing with the reality. A world custom made, revealing always only the things we want to see ignoring the ones we have a hard time coping with.
It is a new Morning and a new story…break the chains which are keeping you tied up to your laptop. your phone or any other device. Have a glimpse to the world outside and try to Live, Travel, Adventure and don`t be sorry…
Day 191
Bagno Vignoni con la Rocca di Tintinnano, San quirico D`Orcia, Tuscany, Italy, phot by Gio
Day 190
When Dawn and Aurora are meeting on the sky, Spåkenesøra, Troms, Northern Norway, by Tommy Richardsen
Day 189
Sunrise on the coasts of Oregon, USA, by Leif Erik Smith
Day 188
San Vito, Sicily, Italy, by Fabrizio
Day 187
Paragliding, Costa Rica, by Javier Canale
Day 186
Lyle Closs on Albert’s Tomb, Organ Pipes, Mt Wellington, Tasmania, photo by Stefan Karpiniec
Day 185
Okavango Delta, Botswana
Day 184
An empty bench in the park in the morning light will always draw attention. To complete the picture add some falling leaves and the Fall and you will have the perfect image for “The Fall and the fall..“
The Fall, which restlessly paints everything around it and from time to time is resting on some bench admiring its own creation…it is a lot of hard work after all. This complete make over asks for imagination, who can master the colors better than the Fall? Who can orchestra those epic images in the morning with glowing mists and sun rays passing through? I can`t say I ever met a better artist then the Fall.
And…the fall…That moment of simply falling…When, after kissing goodbye, a leaf is surrendering itself to the fall. Floating in the air, putting up the best show of its life, resting for a while on an empty bench in the park…the very park you are walking through. Stop, watch, listen and try to understand…There is an amazing beauty, even in the Fall and the fall…
The Fall on the Bench, Valencia, Spain, by Manuel Orero Galan
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Via Krupp, Capri, Italy
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Day 182 and this time my morning tale it is about Bath. It was a gray and cloudy morning, like most of the days in England, when I saw it for the first time. I was walking on its streets trying to find some of Jane Austen atmosphere and I was looking at the houses around me, Italian architecture influences but it were as gray as the sky seeming to be like an extension to it. To me, it looked like a sunless piece of Italy definitely having a subtle touch of Jane Austen.
Despite its grayness, I loved it instantly. It was the fascinating beauty that I found while walking on those streets on that unperfect day which draw me to it. Bath it is not the kind of city which just reveal itself at a glance. One has to patiently want to go underneath its gray layers and discover what lies beneath.
Been there so many times and still I can`t say that I know Bath perfectly. How could I? Every time I went here it was always only for few hours and I was trying to discover what I was missing on my previous visit.
I know I should return to it. But, there are so many places to which I should return to and not enough time to do it. I would probably need another life, so instead, I chose to miss it and always keep loving memories about my visits there..
Hand in hand on Autumn`s Path, Victoria Park, Bath, England, by The Green Album
Day 181
The Miracle of Morning, Laurentian Valley, Ontario Canada. by K. Dibley
Day 180
The rain effect..
Day 179
Mornings in the Garden, Wollerton Hall, UK
Day 178
Diving into abyss, Blake Aldridge at the Red Bull Cliff Diving World Series on July 20, 2012, Islet Vila Franca do Campo, Azores, Portugal
Day 177
Sunrise, Mist and Spanish Moss, Lake Park Road, Georgia, USA, photo by Dan Wells
The silence before everything returns to life.The mist sneaking around still holding the night`s hand. The Spanish moss hanging from the trees. The sun rising shinning up my morning crossroads. A song I keep hearing obsessively in my head and makes me hum..
“Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you…I said Georgia, oh Georgia..“
It is Georgia…Georgia in my mind, in the morning at the crossroads of my life…
Day 176
Sorano, Tuscany, Italy, By Michael Reinhart
Day 175
The Lighthouse, Algarve, Portugal, by Johan Klovsjo
Day 174
Autumn Feel, Paris, France, photo by Carin Olsson
It is here! I can feel it in the air and I can feel it when I look around me. An empty chair and leaves lying dead on the ground. I can feel its presence although it is still hidden somewhere…lurching. I do not know when Summer moved on, I just wake up in a morning and it was already gone.
I can moan and sigh after my lost Summer and it is not going to help me. Autumn is here and it would not hurt if we could stay and chat over a cup of coffee in the morning. Nothing will bring back my Summer until next year so I better get used to the idea. Autumn will unpack slowly. First, new colors will adorn the trees, then it will release winds and mists kept under lock for so long and it will set free Nostalgia. Rains will wash away the sorrow because there is no use for it. Autumn might be different than Summer but is not less beautiful.
The reign of Autumn will be set in. The Queen is dead. God Save the Queen!
Day 173
It is coming!!!!!!!…The Autumn,,
Day 172
, The Sea like no other, Porto Katsiki, Lefkada , Greece, by Buzzard Flight
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Morning with a touch of Carribean feeling, Kavarna, Bulgaria, by Mirela Felicia Catalinoiu

Day 170
Breaking the mists, Korea, by RYU Jung Cheol
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Dawn above Los-Cuernos-del-Paine, Chile, by Ian Plant

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There is a new path opening every single morning. Sometimes that path it might take you through a rice field. The smell of green, your shoes deepening in the soft clay on the path while walking. The moist in the air embracing with a rather chill touch..it is an early morning after all. The hills which cover their sleepy eyes with mists, they hide behind it because none should know they were sleeping…The rice field, a green cover spotted by dew, looking proudly up waiting for the rain to begin..
There is a new path opening every single morning…This morning, the path is passing through a rice field, surrounded by sleepy hills hidden by the mist…
Day 167
This is one of the stories which is not beginning with “Once upon a time“ but with “Somewhere it is Morning. There, in that place with no name, there is Someone. watching how the sun is rising from the sea.“.
Right now you are asking yourself “And..?“…My story does not have an and..I gave you the beginning of the story, now you just have to continue it, and write your own. The story of the coffee, the sea, the sun… and you…
Day 166
Floating above, Collonges la Rouge en Corrèze, France

Day 165
The Boy and The Book

It is Morning again and a new story emerges between my sips of coffee…
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a boy and a book. It wasn`t any book, but a book capable of opening for this boy totally new realities. The book was for him his greatest treasure. He uses to sleep having it closely and every morning while he was taking the cow to the nearby river he was always caught in by the book`s pages. The words he was reading were the key to a gate of a different realm. The morning light was embracing him and the book`s pages were glowing under its touch…
This is the story of “ The Boy, The Book, Bali and The Morning“ and as I sip quietly my morning coffee this story unfolds someplace in the world
WOW
Its like you read my mind! You seem to know so much about this,
like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you can do with some pics to drive the message home a bit, but instead of that, this is fantastic blog.
A great read. I will certainly be back.