As we ventured on, passing through one small village after the other, my mind was intrigued by the lives being lived in these sweet towns. What was the feel of this community? Were they in harmony? Is life enjoyable or difficult?
We ran into a dead end road at one point only to be greeted by chickens and toddlers who danced in the front of their huts. Mothers watching from shaded hammocks instructed their babies to wave as we turned around to head in yet another direction.
We drove and drove in search of life and we found it. With no destination to seek, every moment was our present to enjoy.
The beauty of the landscape was the icing on the cake for me. Every picture I took paled in comparison to the vastness and detail my eyes were experiencing. Three hundred feet up of pure limestone and lush green foliage would tower these tiny roads as pillars. Sometimes alone in a field or a part of a mountain, they were everywhere. A forty foot tall tree sprang out of one of its steep bluffs, simply magnifying the strength of these giants we would pass.
I thought of the cathedrals we would be seeing months from now all over Europe. How much man had worked at creating something we would be in awe over, and find holy and sacred. These towers speak to this awe. God's thumbs had dredged out these valleys we were riding through. His fingertips forming the rocks and trees.
During this ride I thought of CS Lewis and a motorcycle ride he took that changed his life. In Surprised by Joy, he shares about how during a motorcycle ride with his brother, his mind changed about his belief in God. Upon returning he would claim his belief in God. I understand more how powerful a motor bike ride in nature truly can be.