There's something about this village. I feel pulled to Gaucin, bonded to it already, even after only two days, like I just might want to stay awhile, or forever. Perched high in the mountains, it's made of washed-white buildings dating back to the days of the Moors, with a ruined Roman castle watching over the whole thing. On a good day, the Rock of Gibraltar pops up in the distance, beyond the blue hillsides and green fields of Andalusia, Morocco beckoning from further off. The sun seems bright as an X-ray here, like you might be able to see bones beneath flesh if you peered hard enough, but the breeze is strong and the spring temperatures cool.
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Jill Gleesonis a journalist based in the Appalachians of Central Pennsylvania. She has contributed to Woman's Day, Country Living, Gothamist, Washingtonian, EDGE Media Network, Canadian Traveller, Country, Country Woman, and a host of other festive publications and websites. She is the travel editor for the nation's most beautiful publication, Faerie Magazine. Her column, Rebooted, is published across Pennsylvania. Email me!
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