My road trip through Scotland was grey + cloudy + wet & magical.
Often I had no idea where I was headed. I just found solace in my audiobook, the comfort of my van, and the scenery.
Almost every corner of the Highlands is photo worthy. I wanted to stop every couple minutes to take photos. It’s a special place.
I stopped often. Mediating with my eyes open.
Soaking in as much as I could.
I wanted to cherish and remember the freedom of the rolling hills and vast mountains.
I was really sick for most of this trip. Mentally but also physically.
At some point during my time in Portugal, symptoms of a scary illness I put off treating for began to rear its head.
For my entire road trip, my ears were ringing at a distressing volume. The sound was high pitch and maddening. I had developed tinnitus.
I was only able to find peace while driving, the loud hum of the camper-van was calming. I also could escape the ringing when I exited the van to seek nature between hills or at the sea.
Nature in the Highlands was not quiet. It’s alive with movement and activity.
Atleast this was the case during the week of my road trip.
It was stormy, windy, and rainy.
The sea was boisterous and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was melodic.
Perfect for someone trying to drown out the sounds of noisy brain and unsettled soul.