Breathtaking can mean a lot. I have been living in the country of alps and fantastic scenery for the past 50 years. Today I am not bringing breathtaking views from the tops of mountains, or even impressive scenery as the Rheinfall in Schaffhausen. I have been to the top of the Eiffel Tower, have seen all the sites of London, being my home town. I was even once in Marrakesh in Morocco.
Now I am a golden oldie, no longer able to travel far due to my MS, but here I am sitting on the porch in my small back garden. The sun is shining, it is a beautiful day and I have all I need to take my breath away. There is a blue sky decorated with clouds and I am surrounded by all that nature has to offer. OK, and I have my computer with me and could take the photo with my iPhone for a direct upload (even more breathtaking).
When you spend the first 20 years of your life in a town where the smell of damp concrete fills the air after a rainstorm, or you lungs are clogged with the tar from the smog of the fifties, you are thankful for every daisy that flowers, and even the smell of the cows from the neighbouring field is a scent that you can enjoy. What more do you need?