One of the best things about travel is how it gives you new eyes to the world. I see everything with the eyes of a newborn. Things that would be mundane at home (chips, streets, people) are glorious marvels.
I’ve taken a lot of photos of doors. Why? Because doors look different in different parts of the world. They might be old and wooden or glass and modern.
This door happens to be one leading to my friend, Gibi’s, outhouse. But it’s beautiful, isn’t it? He probably built the structure himself, lugging stones up the mountain to create what is probably the biggest and least scary (and, okay, only) outhouse I’ve been in!