The first steps were exciting,
Finally it is here and we are off—
A land that is a step back in time,
Our feet barely touch the ground.
We hover over leaves and rocks,
Everything is beautiful,
Different shades of brown
I feel that I have been here before.
It is a part of me.
Eight days of wonder—
Up one hill and down another,
Climbing over rocks and stepping through streams,
Sheep and cows greet us
This land is a fairytale.
My legs beg for rest
But my mind is not listening
As I walk through my dream.