Windmills
Friday, May 21, 2010 
About ten years ago I went to the Hamptons with a group of friends for a long weekend. It was the only time I've ever been there, but a highlight was eating dinner at the home of a former U.S. President's daughter. I wish I could remember more details of the evening, but the strongest memory I have is driving up the long, oak-lined driveway and feeling mesmorized by the beauty of an old waterfront windmill.
Another windmill memory: traveling by train to Sevilla, Spain. An old man sat next to me – his jacket smelled of faint cigarette smoke and coffee. As we passed La Mancha, he pointed to the windmills in a field and said, "Los molinos de viente de Don Quixote," and I pressed my hand to the glass as if I could reach them.
{photo credit: la mancha experience}
View more images of old-fashioned windmills here.
Do you have a favorite windmill memory?
Reader Comments (6)
Jodi!!! I hope you have had a GREAT two weeks. I've missed your adventures. Have a great weekend!
I have an odd fascination for windmills.
I dream of finding some vintage blades one day I can hang in my house.
Sounds weird but I saw it in a design magazine once and LOVED it.
I do, actually! I was in Holland as a teenager, completely mesmerized by everything I saw. We were in Amsterdam but then left to view the countryside. The windmills were incredible and now I have such a weakness for everything relating to them! I love that you love them too :)
These are so pretty- I am not sure if I have seen any windmills like this in real life! I must :)
Those are stunning images of windmills. I'd like to own one of those pics!
We did have a fantastic time in your city, last week. My feet are still recovering, but it was all worth it!