A street lined by neighbouring houses with limestone walls
Sunset view of Lofou village and the surrounding carbonate hills |
As a scientific researcher, I am always curious about the world and focus on the real by bringing out my true voice. As a geologist, I see nature in its rawest form. As an artist, I see the world through a different frame. As having the habit of writing down my experiences on paper, I write now this blog! This blog is a collection of travel tips and adventures, gains and experiences from each travel, how geology and art become interspersed and connected, all attained using my Indian passport!
Sunset view of Lofou village and the surrounding carbonate hills |
The stone-made Torre Grossa, the highest tower in the city, is not an easy climb after a hearty lunch! The tower gives a nice view of the city and its surroundings hills and pastures, and is worth climbing up. However, this is not the best part of the city that I would recommend. Probably the Devil's Tower nearby would have piqued my interest, if I was aware of the building during my visit (also if I knew that the building is associated with the video game Assassin's Creed!).
View of Torre Grossa from the surroundings of the Piazza del Duomo
Living in a new country on your own is something to experience once in your lifetime. With everyone you know thinking that you are having the best time of your life, you might be going through a feat on your own by coping with the culture of the place, its rules and regulations, and most importantly, finding new connections.
At some point in life, everyone goes through a phase of anxiety and trauma that hits them in varying degrees and angles. Me, coming from a foreign land, found my first few years very challenging to adapt to the central European culture. Though I appreciate the idea of more personal space compared to what I had in India, my home country, connecting with people required tremendous effort from my side, which wasn't easy and not one of my memorable moments. When going through tough times, I realized that there was no one noticing my struggles, as if almost invisible. Being generally shy to ask for help, I thought of helping myself out by doing small fun things alone.
It all starts with pursuing what you love to do, and deciding what you want to do. Making decisions can be scary, even making a step forward for a coffee or a hike outside, but if you do it once, you find the utmost fulfillment.
In the end, everyone has a story, with each writing style different from the other. I share mine with the hope that someone else finds theirs!