While on a working vacation in France, I decided to take a week-long side-trip to Spain. I had some friends from the Catalonian region in the north of the country and they invited me to visit. I’d never been there before, so I jumped at the chance to see a new part of the world.
One of the great things about my job as a photographer is that it gives me the opportunity to interact with other photographers from around the world via the Internet. That’s how I met my Spanish friends.
After traveling in France for three weeks, I took the train to Spain. That adventure in itself taught me a valuable lesson about travel. Never over-pack—I was the crazy American with too much luggage on the train.
Once I arrived, my Catalonian friends welcomed me into their home. Because they were also photographers, we would set out on photo adventures every day of my stay.
They lived close to Costa Brava on the Mediterranean, so we explored many of the region’s white-washed coastal towns on a daily basis. I lost track of the names of many of them, but the beautiful vistas through hazy sunshine remain imprinted in my memory.
We visited several small towns with little coves where locals warmed themselves on the beach before cooling off with a dip in the sea. The area was colorful with rolling green hills, jagged cliffs, turquoise sea, and trademark white Mediterranean houses dotting the landscape.
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