Ghost Hunt

Does it happen to you as well these days?

Do you feel those immense amounts of energy being poured upon you from who knows where?

Me, being the child of spring, go through this high-energy phase every year – I just can’t wait until it arrives.

Spring is my legal drug (not that there are any illegal in my life… that I know of).

Now you might be asking what spring has in common with the picture of a castle placed above.

Well… in my case – quite much.

Because right now I am in the state which makes me feel like taking a picture of every single interesting thing on the face of the earth.

So why not start with history?

History is so interesting and here where I live (which is at the very heart of Europe) it lies around every corner… literally.

For example – the castle that we visited last weekend (and that I am going to give you a sneak peek of) is about one thousand years old…

One thousand years old!

That’s something, ha?

It is called Bzovik and I consider it a great place for vampires to reside in.

I can perfectly imagine their coffins placed in the basement.

Spooky…

What I really, really loved about that place was that there was no guard or keeper or whatever the name of the person should be.

You can freely come in, go anywhere you like, look into any hole you find, visit any chamber you come across inside.

Basically, what you can do is to unleash your imagination entirely and, without even noticing it yourself, start to speak to your imaginary servants, husband, lovers, children… and then your boyfriend finds you and asks whether you are foggy in your brain of what…

Anyway, this is the building which started it all – the monastery.

Monks used to live there in perfect harmony for about four hundred years.

Until… just until that day… when one guy decided to have them all murdered and change the monastery into a fortress.

The reason?

He fancied a different religion.

Things happen…

That was when these walls were built around the church.

Nice, tall, firm walls… with four towers… one in every corner.

And this is the great tower – the greatest of all four towers. It was a self-sufficient tower housing the lord and his family, which, at times, became a sturdy refuge capable of withstanding at least a brief siege.

Most chambers are situated in this part of the wall.

Hello, welcome… just sit down and enjoy the view and some gunfire…

Would you like some wine or beer with that?

Other towers were used for guarding purposes.

This is the interior or the guard tower.

Please, notice the shape of the window – it widens inwards. These early windows did not let much light in, but provided good protection from incoming missiles.

Just perfect for a gun and one wakeful eye.

Where are you hiding, ugly suckers?

In case you wondered what stairs might look like after they had been used for exactly 500 years – here is the answer.

Ghosts were really good at hiding this time… but I am not giving up… I’ll find you somewhere else… don’t you worry for a second.

Lost For Eight Hours

These are pictures of my favorite places around where we live now.

We set off at noon. The day was so warm and beautiful. You could literally get drunk of that sweet heady atmosphere.

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My boyfriend’s made this picture of me.

He calls it “Petra worshiping the Tree”.

Well, although it is partially true, I was mostly giving in to my “macro mania”.

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… and the result.

I love it!

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I’ve found this on a Sweet briar tree. I wonder what that is… . Ideas?

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If it weren’t for this town there wouldn’t be me. Do you wonder why?

Well, my parents got to know each other there.

So ROMANTIC.

There’s no wonder I love it so much.

And on the top of that it is a truly fairytale town, one that time stands still in, these buildings are really old, no modern architecture has been allowed since long time ago, only reconstructions may take place.

So amazing.

One of the UNESCO Heritage towns.

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Another sneak peek …

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Another impressive place for me. This is a gate of the high school that my Dad used to attend.

And those were wild years, I am telling you!
(Those birds seem to be puking, right?)

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Such a lovely flower, isn’t it?

It was standing there alone, no other flowers around. It looks just gorgeous against the blue sky.

The King of the Hill.

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This sight evokes freedom in my mind… .

Such a wide free space.

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