Listening To: A purring cat
Word of the Day: Huh?
So, I just took a journey from Arles, France to Motala, Ostergotland, Sweden. How did I do this from the comfort of my chair you may ask? Well, I'll tell you, thank you for asking.
It started with an innocent enough article on the National Geographic website about a boat. Specifically about a river barge from Roman times when Arles was a big fancy important city. It became even more important by building Julius Caesar some boats that he used in his struggles against Pompey. Not to be confused with Pompeii.
From Arles, I travelled through Gallia Narbonesis, and out into Cisalpine Gaul, in the northwest of modern Italy. I started reading about the Visgoths and the Ostrogoths, and the various machinations of their migrations.
I traveled through the east and north of Europe, and came upon a link that lead me to Gotaland in Scandinavia. Vastergotland and Ostergotland are the 2 parts that make up the whole. Located in Ostergotland is Motala, the home of my Great Grandmother.
And thus, we are brought to the end of my journey. This morning's journey anyways, who knows what I may find this afternoon.
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