Scotland

From a very young age, I nurtured the dream of visiting Scotland. It was an old passion, fueled by books, films, and stories that always carried me to those lands of imposing castles and landscapes that seem to have stepped out of a fairytale.

When the opportunity arose to take this trip with my family, I felt there could be no more perfect moment. Sharing the fulfillment of a dream with those I love gave every step an even deeper meaning. The Highlands were, without a doubt, the pinnacle of the experience. The vastness of the mountains, the lochs wrapped in mist, and the wild beauty revealed at every turn of the road left us speechless. It felt as if nature had sculpted itself with the purest poetry.

To stand there, before such breathtaking scenery, was like fulfilling a promise I had made to myself many years ago. More than just a journey, it was the realization of a profound desire — and the certainty that some dreams, once lived, are even more magnificent than we ever imagined, or as one would say in Gaelic, “Bruadar mòr” (a great dream).