I’m a guest blogger over at Suvudu today, where I talk about traveling, listening for stories, listening to the land, and how in the Black Forest I finally came to understand why we tell stories about little people.
And it’s not only out of people (an old man frowning into his newspaper on the train, a surly teen sitting alone on a hostel’s terrace) and their creations (a forest trail winding through the ruins of another castle) that stories grow. It’s also out of the land itself–and each land has different tales to tell.
I wrote the post while in Germany and Switzerland, so you can think of it as something of a trip report, as well. 🙂