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. 🙂
Listening for stories
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.