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Mediocre Memories


At the end of every summer, social platforms tend to get overtaken with throwback posts that reminisce on good times spent with a variety of people in a variety of locations. Although this ''phenomena'' is most abundant at the very end of the summer, it never exactly comes to a stop, i.e. it is everpresent throughout the whole year. Naturally, I, too, dip my toes into the waters of nostalgia, however, in the past year or so, it had come to my attention, that I'm most nostalgic about completely mediocre moments of my travels. For example, I'd be going about my day, when a feeling would wash over me (as it does), and I'd suddenly find myself wanting to walk around a parking lot in Rovinj, or freezing my coastal meditterranean butt off while wearing a spring jacket on cold and foggy Holmenkollen, or waiting for dinner time in a hotel room on the outskirts of Stockholm. Compared to all the great adventures and museums and sights we all experience on our travels, talking about gray parking lots and the tiles in the bathroom of my hotel room in Stockholm is nothing short of being inexplicably boring/uninteresting. However, upon giving this topic a bit more thought, I've reached some form of a philosophical conclusion (who would I be if I didn't at least try to sneak some philosophy in my posts).

Here's the thing: travel has never been and never will be nowhere near being completely stress-free and flawless. We've all endured the loss of certain objects, various stages of cultural shock, misunderstandings with the locals due to the language barriers etc. While paying a visit to all the standard tourist attractions is undeniably great and provides a great opportunity for all the instagrammable (or generally just sharable) photos, we all now that that is no way to truly experience a location you're exploring. Thus, like the photos that are taken on those tourist attractions, everything is posed. A country/city is best experienced when the traveler steps off the beaten path and weaves into the spaces that genuinely belong to the locals instead of the tourists. In addition, if and when the traveler opts for a packed schedule consisting only of landmarks+tourist attractions, the times that are best remembered are the mediocre ones. Simply because in those, the traveler isn't merely passing by certain aspects of a location in order to take the general photos and run along to stay within the assigned schedule, but instead exists in it. Waiting in line at a grocery store only to buy a snack and a bottle of water, we notice the interaction between locals, we see what kind of food the locals like, we get a better undrstanding of the place we're visiting than we would had we only been mingling around the tourist attractions. Similarly, walking down a parking lot in Rovinj got me to encapsulate the summer heat, especially due to the overheated asphalt, that would give me 2nd degree burns had I been so reckless as to step onto it barefoot. 

The mediocre moments are the ones that make the travel real, they make us aware of our existence in that place. It is a shame to go to a city and not see it in its true form. So next time, when you find yourself somewhere completely without context, do yourself a favour and take it in, appreciate it for what it is, pay attention to details that make the space unique or genuine, and maybe you too will find yourself being nostalgic about completely mediocre things instead of the spotlight moments, thus having your trip immortalised in mediocre memories. 

(All photos are taken somewhere in between on a select few of my travels)

To what extent do you agree with me? Do you prefer the tourist attractions or the hidden gems?

x, Valens

Life Lately: January


Let's not beat around the bush: I've neglected this blog. It is safe to say that I'm not proud of that, but prioritise I can, and prioritise I did. By that I mean that I have devoted all my time to uni work, which is, to put it gently, abundant. Between AutoCAD drawing and model making, the end of the first semester has approached with me standing somewhere in between security and inexplicable stress over the subjects I don't understand. Today's lectures have turned out to leave me with two extra hours of spare time, and because I technically don't have anything to do for uni, I summoned the will to finally update this blog (or what is left of it). Instead of moaning about uni, I'm here to tell you a bit about what it's been like to live in Slovenia's capital.

Dorm deco
Like many, I too have, upon finding out I'm accepted to my selected university, been most excited about personalising my dorm. In light of having at least someone/something remotely alive in the room, I invested in 6 tiny cactuses from Ikea (y'now, the tumblr ones), which I definitely named: Alejandro, Roberto, Fernando, Gianteo, Gianluigi and Gianpiero. Somewhere along the line I realised I don't like the smell of my dorm, thus a candle has found its place among the cacti. As I am a bookworm, I couldn't refrain myself from bringing a couple of books. My favorite is The Little Book of Hygge, which I turn to whenever I want to bring hygge into my dorm, or just want to reminisce on my week in Scandinavia. There were some dents in the wall, which I took the libery of covering with a lovely composition of postcards and artcards from my travels, film negatives, and polaroids. December came, and that section of the wall got a pleasant addition: the Advent calendar. The ultimate Advent calendar, really, it was Lindt. I taped it to the wall, and on a lovely December morning, as I was sleepily seeking my will to live in a large cup of coffee, it fell on my head, rattling me to my very core. I went to uni sans my will to live. My sister got me a branch to imitate a Christmas tree and made some decorations, so my dorm was more festive than I ever got to be. I also put up a large picture of the Blue Lagoon in Iceland (love me some Iceland), and a drawing I had to do for uni that happened to turn out nice. Now there's a calendar taped to the wall, I hope that one doesn't come after me. (Edit: It did come after me. I should invest in better tape.)

Ljubljana
I'd been warned before moving, that the city I like very much will soon become boring and annoying. That turned out to be true in terms of people, as I am having trouble listening to the wide selection of different accents the fellow students use. What's nice about life here, is that I go through the city centre every day, and thus get to capture all the beautiful buildings in lovely lighting. This especially paid off on the day we got snowfall, as I had the chance to stroll around the parks and alleys and photograph Ljubljana in its winter wonderland glory. I recognise the potential of the abundance of lovely cafés scattered all around the city, and my professors are constantly telling us about various exhibitions in all sorts of galleries, however, due to the lack of company and time, I haven't gotten around to see any of them yet. The other day I walked up to Ljubljana castle to see an old renovation done by Plečnik, and it was on that Wednesday morning I realised how very out of shape I've become, for the max. 15 minute walk had me panting like a walrus fresh out of water (not completely confident in the accuracy of the description but ok).

Travel
Obviously I hadn't gotten around to wandering about the world yet, but I do have some good plans for the future. My seminar has organised a week long trip to Southern Spain in March, so expect a lengthy post about that. This year, Venice is hosting the Architectural biennale, and you don't have to guess twice whether I'll be there.

Living alone has gotten me well in touch with myself, my mentality, my patience, my working habits, and my organisation skills. I've noticed that I'm fairly tidy, but can't possibly summon the time to sweep. Cooking is very nice, though it would be even nicer if I weren't on a clock to return to uni. I'm excited about this student meal program thing I'm applied for, where a handful of restaurants all over the country offer free or reduced meals to all students. Many take advantage of this and are very happy with it, however I hadn't yet found time to do it. It is highly likely I'll get to do it in the second semester, as we have seminar work that keeps us at uni all day. I do get a bit lonely sometimes, but as I am a deep introvert, that doesn't last long.

That's about all I have to say about my life in Ljubljana so far, I will to another check in at the end of the second semester. Until then, I desperately hope I can get myself to publish more. I already have one post written and two in the beginning stages of bullet points, but god knows when I'll get to edit them, add photos etc.

To be honest, this post was written over the course of three weeks, so there should probably more content here, had I not taken so many breaks between writing.

What have you been up to lately? 

x, Valens

How the media altered our way of thinking


In light of everything that has been occurring in the past weeks, I have too come to an enlightenment of sorts in terms of my relation to the media, mainly how it subconsciously affects me. As I don't have myself to be one, who is on board with writing essay-length posts, I chose to present my findings in 2 points.


 1. Science vs. mysticism

Admittedly, this is strongly connected with what I am currently studying in philosophy at school. This idea had been introduced to me in terms of the cognitive theories by various philosophers of both the ancient and modern era, and it definitely hit home. The essential jist sets religion on the foundations of blind belief and science on the foundation of critical thinking and doubt. As it is widely known by many, unfortunately not all, there is absolutely no proof that any god of any religion exists/existed. Thusly, religion truly does still exist only due to the blind belief of the mislead masses. On the other hand, science is a product of constant doubt and criticism, which enables mankind to constantly develop and advance based on given findings. Based on what we are currently enduring, the media, which should function based of facts and evidence, has transformed into some absurd religion-like movement, which strives for personal success by focusing on misleading the masses. 

2. Third person narrative

As much as this term is existent for describing literature, it also applies to real life. The value of most all things we see and experience in everyday life is dependent on its stance in social media. In my opinion, we are all guilty of this. Whenever and wherever we go, we depend on our mobile devices to create an ideal out of our everyday actions. We take photos with the sole purpose of sharing them on social media and fishing for attention, It's always ''They will like this.'' going through our minds like a mantra. Who is they? Absolute strangers, who donate a milisecond of attention when double-tapping. Although many are quick to deny, I feel that deep down we are all aware of how very easily this way of thinking has settled into our bones. 

What is your opinion on this matter? on't hesitate to express it in the comments below.

x, Valens

Venice in winter



If there are any genuine readers of this blog, you may recall a review of Joseph Brodsky's collection of essays on Venice titled Watermark. What was at the very beginning just another book, quickly turned into an unidentified form of connection with the city of Venice. If travel were a religion, Venice would be the holy city, and Watermark would be the Bible. As it had been done in August, we arrived to the city by train in the early morning hours. The day couldn't have possibly begun without a caffeine fix, thusly the first stop was made in the café closest to the train station. First on the itinierary was Ca' Pesaro - the museum of modern and oriental art, which is situated in Santa Croce. There we took a look at various artworks from various periods such as Picasso, Kandinsky, Mirò, Dalì etc. Besides the permanent collection, there was also an exhibition of Coco Chanel titled The woman who reads. The collection consisted of various books, designs, letters, notes and notebooks. Aside from the art situated inside the palace, Ca' Pesaro could be a museum all on its own. It reminded me of Brodsky's words:

“This city doesn’t qualify to be a museum, being itself a work of art, the greatest masterpiece our species produced. You don’t revive a painting, let alone a statue. You leave them alone, you guard them against vandals, whose hordes may include yourself.”

When one strolls through the rooms, they encounter themselves in doubt as to what admire first. The floors are sheathed in somewhat subtle motifs, whereas the ceilings are endowned with depictions of biblical scenes, surrounded with an abundance of gold decorations. Undoubtedly an unmissable experience.

Afterwards, we continued past the Venetian market over Ponte Rialto towards Palazzo Contarini del Bovolo, where we purchased tickets to climb the spiral stairs. What makes this palace especially unique is its location, as it is hidden among multiple back alleys. In addition, Palazzo Contarini del Bovolo presents a great alternative for those unwilling to climb to the top of Campanile San Marco, as it offers a beautiful view of Venetian rooftops with various belltowers (along with Basilica San Marco) standing out. After having climbed the stairs and taken a look inside the Tintoretto room, we proceeded towards Piazza San Marco, along with a pit stop at La Fenice. Lastly followed a visit to the Querini Stampalia bookshop and the famous Acqua Alta, which was for me quite a disappointment. Afterwards, all stops we made were souvenir shopping and coffee drinking oriented. At 15.40, we boarded the train back to Trieste and called it a day.


Despite having visited the city of water for the fifth time, it still never ceases to amaze me. Walking through the streets, the traveler is overtaken with a sense of urgency, as it is a well known fact that the city is sinking, and we are thus running out of time to discover all its beauty. Nevertheless, it is foolish to encase oneself in worry, for it is important to enjoy Venice in all its wondrous glory instead.

Is Venice on your bucket list?

x, Valens



Munich


Next in the series of destinations my school offers was the conflicting choice of whether I go to Ireland or Bavaria. As it often is with school, it was the exams that made the decision for me. Visiting Germany for the second time, I have noticed that the country is starting to grow on me.
The trip was 3 days long and very technically oriented. The fact that it took place in the oncoming Christmas season also played a large part in experiencing Munich for the first time.


Day 1 began with a visit to the BMW factory in Derendingen, where we got to  find out all about the process of building a BMW and Rolls Royce car. Next we visited Freising, a city which held the oldest scriptures in the slovenian language. Lastly, we took to Munich, where we visited BMW Welt - a showroom of the company's latest and most luxurious vehicles.

Day 2 started with a guided tour of the Munich airport, the only one in Europe rated 5 stars. Afterwards followed a guided tour around the Egyptian Museum, where we got to see a real mummy and various statues of Egyptian gods, pharaohs and families. Lastly, we set to the city centre, where we visited the church and courthouse and enjoyed the Christmas spirits the streets, stands and decorations exuded.

Day 3 was essentially spent in the Deutsches Museum, where we took a guided tour theoughout the history and development of science, and enjoyed the presentation in the planetarium.

Despite the gloomy weather, Munich showed itself in all its festive glory. I wouldn't exactly qualify it as a city I'm looking forward to visit again, although I'd be willing to do a lot of things for another serving of those delicious roasted almonds.

Have you ever been to Munich? How did you experience the city? 

x, Valens

Alleghe


It was 7pm on Christmas day when I realised it would be a good time to start packing for the skiing trip to Aleghe next day. Given the fact that I'm born and raised by the Mediterranean, it is obvious that I wrapped myself a hat short of an Eskimo. We parted around 7am and arrived to Alleghe about 3 hours later. After transporting all our luggage to our hotel room, we then gleefully went across the street straight to the cafe that we snooped out with the help of Google Earth, and confirmed the coffee it serves is Illy. Once our caffeine needs were taken care of, we were finally ready for some actual sightseeing. Alleghe is a vey small town, which is why getting from the centre to the lake took less than 5 minutes. To our sincere pleasure, it was covered with a thick layer of ice - a sight I've experienced for the first time in my life. After taking a couple hundred photos of the rare sight, it was time for the traditional munching on ice cream, which may have been cold, but was damn good. We then returned back to the hotel, where we lazed around until we got bored and decided to once again pay a visit to the frozen lake, which was bustling with skaters and curious italians. It was then that I realised I can step on the ice and not end up swimming- a situation I took full advantage of.


The next two days were dedicated to our tries at once again getting used to moving on skis, which luckily didn't end tragically. However, the sad thing about the skiing part was the fact that because of the high temperatures, the snow had to be artificially made, and there were thus hardly any slopes open. The great thing about skiing were the cottages that served all kinds of food for all the hungry skiers (me), who stopped by multiple times per day (me).


In general, besides the lake, there isn't much to do or see in Alleghe - if anything, it is a beautiful location for a peaceful retreat. Unless you happen to visit in the strong snowy winter, when all the slopes are open, or in the middle of summer for hiking, then you can distract yourself quite well.

x, Valens