This moving windmill, not just a decorative piece, sits just outside a Starbucks in Downtown Daegu. It was easier finding the windmill, than the Starbucks. Complete with a beautiful garden of tulips, it reminded me of the first time I set foot on foreign soil when I was just 16 in the Netherlands. It was early summer, the tulips were in full bloom and had not been scorched to death and yes, I saw my first windmill and I have been chasing them ever since...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Though I am not chasing imaginary villans, as my literary character of Don Quixote did in his quest for chivalry. I do reflect on how my windmills have a certain significance in my life. Not meant to be a telling account, but I do remember certain things about windmills and about Don Quixote.