As most of you all must already know, I have not written much this past month. I could give excuses, but the fact is that I have been giving my undivided attention to a matter that is very important to me. I hope to show you what it is, but all in due time.
The moving process is arduous, especially if you are doing it alone. It has not given me much time or money that is required to travel as much as I would like. The good news is that it should be over soon. So, that is something to look forward to.
Yesterday I went to Ravensburg; it is this small town in Germany. The Martini Market is taking place this weekend, and I was lucky enough to have visited it. Weirdly enough, it was a different experience. Most of the times when there is a market in Austria it is always loud with people holding glasses of beer and eating scrumptious food. The atmosphere is giddy. But yesterday I noticed as we stopped by a stand selling mouthwatering Churros that it was quiet. Too quiet, if you ask me.
You could not listen to tidbits of other peoples conversations. There was absolutely nothing.
The town in itself was not particularly interesting, but there was this monastery near it that was absolutely breathtaking. The Weingarten Abbey or St. Martin's Abbey towered over most buildings. It was simply a piece of art that one might expect in Italy. I certainly did not expect to find this jewel in Germany. It was founded in 1056 by Welf I on the Martinsberg. Rather than going on about the history let me tell you what I found inside the Basilika.
The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. It was dominated by white, a colour that I have not seen used to this extent in most religious structures. The high-set windows were frames of a painting - the beautiful blue sky, waiting outside.
For the first time I was on the higher level of a church, where the enormous organs - the instruments - are. The surprising or the not so surprising this is that the elevated level ran circular around the entire church. It was weird being up there looking down, rather than looking up from down there.
Upon exiting the Basilika you are welcomed by the sight of the entire town below you with mountains being its backdrop. Honestly, it is quiet a sight. Its one of those places that makes you want to sit on a bench with one of your favourite books and cup of coffee to just be...not talk...not work...but rather to just be there and marvel at the sight before you and at the sight that stands majestically behind you.
The moving process is arduous, especially if you are doing it alone. It has not given me much time or money that is required to travel as much as I would like. The good news is that it should be over soon. So, that is something to look forward to.
Yesterday I went to Ravensburg; it is this small town in Germany. The Martini Market is taking place this weekend, and I was lucky enough to have visited it. Weirdly enough, it was a different experience. Most of the times when there is a market in Austria it is always loud with people holding glasses of beer and eating scrumptious food. The atmosphere is giddy. But yesterday I noticed as we stopped by a stand selling mouthwatering Churros that it was quiet. Too quiet, if you ask me.
You could not listen to tidbits of other peoples conversations. There was absolutely nothing.
The town in itself was not particularly interesting, but there was this monastery near it that was absolutely breathtaking. The Weingarten Abbey or St. Martin's Abbey towered over most buildings. It was simply a piece of art that one might expect in Italy. I certainly did not expect to find this jewel in Germany. It was founded in 1056 by Welf I on the Martinsberg. Rather than going on about the history let me tell you what I found inside the Basilika.
The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. It was dominated by white, a colour that I have not seen used to this extent in most religious structures. The high-set windows were frames of a painting - the beautiful blue sky, waiting outside.
For the first time I was on the higher level of a church, where the enormous organs - the instruments - are. The surprising or the not so surprising this is that the elevated level ran circular around the entire church. It was weird being up there looking down, rather than looking up from down there.
Upon exiting the Basilika you are welcomed by the sight of the entire town below you with mountains being its backdrop. Honestly, it is quiet a sight. Its one of those places that makes you want to sit on a bench with one of your favourite books and cup of coffee to just be...not talk...not work...but rather to just be there and marvel at the sight before you and at the sight that stands majestically behind you.
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