Sunflower Fields

On our way back from Cordoba to Seville, we noticed there were fields of sunflowers. The girly girl in me squealed in silent delight at the thought of running through a field of sunflowers. But the closest one we were able to get to was separated from us by a giant ditch and we could only take very distant pictures of the sunflower field.

We continued towards Seville at extremely high speeds as our earnest driver felt compelled to keep up with the speed of traffic. More and more sunflower fields zip by us but by the time we notice them, they were mere dots in the rear view mirror. The chance to be in a sunflower field had passed us by and we went home that night feeling a twinge of disappointment.

But then…the next day on our way to Albufeira, we pass a field of sunflowers and a highway turn off immediately after. Indeed, we have hit the motherlode.

I think this is one of my most memorable moments on this trip. I’ve always wanted to be in a flower field looking up at the blue sky. Perhaps it’s because of, you know, that Windows screen saver of the yellow tulips.