Day One Hundred Ninety Nine, August 9, 2011

yellow road to Gibraltar

One of the pillars of Hercules (the second one being Jabal Moussa in Morocco), Gibraltar, a rock soaked in history, from Neanderthal, Phoenician, Greek, Roman, Visigothic/ Hispanic, Islamic, Spanish, Jewish, Spanish again, until in 1713 it became strangely enough, British!

Today Gibraltar, Jabal Tāriq (جبل طارق)~its Arabic name, is home for about 30,000 people of different origins and is a self governed democracy belonging to the European Union. It is an incredibly friendly place to visit, packed with charm and interesting architecture. Most definitely worth the long wait to cross into it from the border of Andalusia!

photo: Man on boardwalk in Southern Spain with a view of Gibraltar in the distance.


Day One Hundred Thirty Three, June 4, 2011

falling towers

Even the towers of the mightiest of kings can one day tumble and fall. It all has to do with what the tower was built on, what values, what principles, what the columns of its support are made of. It is a very simple law if you think about it, the stronger the foundation, the greater the longevity of something. The harder we work on the building of our own foundations, the more the resulting structure will hold. Isn’t it the reason a doctor has to prepare strenuously and for years and years to be able to take responsibility of someone’s life and well being? And isn’t it the reason any mastership in any field, requires training and long hours and years of preparation? And isn’t it why even governments and nations built upon principles and values that are no longer compatible with the future are crumbling and falling all around us?

A Saturday ponder.

Photo: Lea playing with her wooden tower at home.