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Bornholm again . . .

(I'd like to interject that I am fully aware that my Europe Trip Blogging Saga 2006 is completely out of order. I'm strictly blogging the pictures that I am in the mood to post that day. You'll be okay though, right?)

So, like I was saying before I was rudely interjected by myself, "Bornholm again . . . " Yes, I think I've fallen in love with this delightful island of Denmark. These castle ruins were at the tip of the island. They were fascinating! I loved going there because within the walls was a pond . . .

I have the imagination of a 4-year-old, wide-eyed and princess-aspiring girl (namely: my niece, Claire Elizabeth -- she wasn't named after me for nothin'!) Whenever I go to places like this castle in Bornholm, I tend to imagine that I lived in that castle hundreds of years ago. I wore a flowing blue dress (to match my "yellow hair") and walked within the palace walls picking flowers and dancing with the wind and birds.

I'm really embarrassed that I just admitted that.

Have you ever read "Anne of Green Gables"?
a) If you haven't, repent and read the book. It will take you approximately 3 1/2 days.
b) I am Anne when it comes to imagining my life's tragedies.

One time, my family took a trip to Mount Vernon. I was about 14 years old. It was a rainy day (my very favorite) and we were walking around the gardens of Mount Vernon. At the edge of the front lawn, there was a large willow tree (another favorite) and a stone wall alongside. Not many people were at Mount Vernon that day and I sat on that wall for a long time overlooking the beautiful water and imagined how tragic my life was. I have never forgotten that place . . . or that feeling.

I'll be going to Mount Vernon this week with The Boy and I can't wait to sit under that tree again and imagine how awesome my life is . . . except it's totally true.