Walking the Streets of Solvang

I've wanted to write about Solvang. I've wanted to write about the experiences I had while walking along the brick sidewalks. I've wanted to describe the cute Dutch inspired town filled with tourists and residents all rushing along the walks, weaving through one-another trying to get to their intended destinations. This location is one I've wanted to write about for weeks but alas the words continue to elude me. Try as I might I can't find the magic I enjoy bringing to my stories. I couldn't figure the best way to capture the feeling of the moments with words. I stared at the pictures and recalled memories, but those emotions and experiences remained locked inside me, refusing to slide down from my brain and pour out through my fingertips.

I struggled with determining how to share the moment that I stood along a busy street of Solvang with many other tourists when a large group of bikers came rolling down the streets. The walls of the shops reverberated with the noise of the motors of these large bikes. I want to share how humorous it was for me to see so many people staring in awe at the pack of bikers as they slowly rolled down the street. Where I live seeing a group of bikers is not an uncommon occurrence, so I took this in stride. So many others either whipped out their cameras to take pictures, others simply stared taking in the thunderous noise. 

I want to share the moment that I stood, totally charmed by the windmills that were dotted through town. How much I enjoyed the lunch I had while seated inside the base of one of those windmills.  I cannot figure out how to tell others about the streets of Solvang at night, when the heat of the day gives way to the gentle coolness of night. Where the bright light of the sun fades to give the fairy lights all strung on trees and on buildings giving the town an extra charming quality.  There is so much to this town, so much to see but I struggled with finding the words. I finally give in and walk away, quickly finding another topic to write about for that week. Solvang continued to remain ever elusive to me. Much like Brigadoon, what I wished to share with everyone vanished every time I tried to find it. The harder I tried to grasp it all, the more it slipped through my fingers. So here I am giving up, sharing my frustration...and wouldn't you know it. I think I've finally captured what I wanted to say.