I was 12 when my mother took us on a tour of Andalusia, I could not understand much of what the guide told us about the architectural significance of those gorgeous buildings. I do remember that I had a sense of peace that I did not get anywhere else,with the exception perhaps being the time when I was on top of a dune in the desert watching the sun sink into the Great Sea of Sand in the Libya. Andalucia still haunts me. The painting below was inspired by the first line from a famous poem... Sign in to see full entry.