Ah, to be sitting on a Spanish beach with a beer. When will it happen again?
In what might be my only trip of 2020 I went to Dublin in March. And while there, I couldn’t miss the Guinness museum. The museum itself was fun and very well organised, but one of the best things about it was the bar at the top. It offers the best panorama views of the city and is a pretty great place to drink your pint like a proper tourist.
It seems that it might be some time until it’s safe to travel again and no one knows exactly how that travel will look like. And while there isn’t that much that I miss as an introvert stuck at home with someone I love, finally having the chance to work from home, I am nostalgic for the time I was free to take a cheap flight and spend the weekend in a different European country every now and again. A year ago, in May, I went to Valencia in what is one nicest trips I’ve ever taken and I can’t help but remember the palm trees and the architecture (and the food and the drinks).
Valencia does not only have a wonderful old town, but also some of the most modern and futuristic looking buildings I have ever seen. I am talking, of course, about the Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències, or the City of Arts and Sciences. When I imagine an utopian future, where everyone is happy and healthy and provided for, this is what my brain thinks that it could look like. Big, bright, white and beautiful, the buildings in this architectural complex look like someone plucked them out of a futuristic film and put them in our reality by mistake.Continue reading “Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències”
If you are anything like me and have ever searched for pictures of libraries to use as a desktop background, because libraries are the best, then you have seen the old Trinity College Library, even if you’ve never known about it. The long room with curved wooden ceiling and two floors packed with books is one of the most famous libraries in the world. I got the chance to visit it during my trip to Dublin and I have to tell you, it smells just as you can imagine from the pictures. Wood and old books, enough to get you high from breathing it in too deep. The library is actually marketed as the place to see the Book of Kells – a 9th century Christian manuscript and the number one popular attraction in Dublin. The book on display during my visit was a replica, but to tell you the truth, I wasn’t there to see one book, however old and impressive. I was there to see all the books.
Like an idiot bird, I fly North in the winter. To the Baltic sea, in East Germany. I do like the melancholy atmosphere of the winter sea, the empty beaches and the feeling of being in a tourist destination, not just in the off-season, but in the dead season. In the this-shouldn’t-even-be-called-a-season season. The town, which I am sure is bustling with people in the summer months, is surprisingly normal in December. Like a cat, alone at home, doing its own thing, before the humans come back from work and start bugging it.
I knew I wanted to visit Melk Abbey ever since I found out it has a beautiful library. It turned out that you are not allowed to take any kind of photograph of the library, but I could photograph the rest of the Abbey which was a nice place in and of itself.
This week I said goodbye to one of the hottest summers in Europe by leaving the rainy, finally cool Vienna and going to Cannes, where the sun was relentless in the clear blue sky, the humidity was high and the sea water was my escape from turning into a raisin. And there were palm trees there. Palm trees are still so exotic to me. I was already a grown woman when I saw some in real life. Up until then I had only seen them in films or photographs of some far away places with glamorous sun tanned people. Now here I was, in one of those places, a place with palm trees. And I may have been more overheated and sweaty than glamorous and sun tanned, but hey, at least there were palm trees in the background.
If you’ve ever read an article listing strange abandoned places, you’ve probably seen this one. A massive building on top of a peak in the Bulgarian mountains, this place used to be a tribute to the Communist Party until the regime fell. It was supposed to impress everyone going there and show how strong the party was (like everything else they build). And to this day, when you are driving towards this place you see it from kilometres away and you think this thing must be huge. And it is. It’s also falling apart.Continue reading “Бузлуджа (Buzludzha)”