It’s only 1:17 pm but I am having the most fabulous day, so of course I’m going to throw up a blog post. My father is away climbing with our family friend, Peter, for the day, so I have the day to myself. When I woke up, I decided to hit the gym, and after that painfully long hour, I scarfed down a peach and headed into town.
I started exploring and was fascinated with all of the little details Basel hides that go completely unnoticed in day to day life. Whether that be a banana spray painted on the wall or beautiful architecture, the details all took my breath away.
I wound up at a beautiful church, forgetting that it’s a Sunday. Luckily for me, I didn’t barge in the cathedral and rudely, and loudly, interrupt mass; I instead stayed out in the courtyard and played with a black cat. I lost track of time, and I’m pretty embarrassed to admit that I was playing with that cat for about half an hour… I guess when you’re traveling alone, you take comfort in whatever company you can find, huh?
I then headed over to the Museum of Culture. I didn’t really know what to expect when going into the building, but I figured, why not? It was only 5 francs for students. Boy, am I glad that I spent those 5 francs. The museum is beautiful. The cultural artifacts are displayed almost as if they were art pieces, as if saying that culture is art in itself. I could be making that up completely, but that’s the way I like to interpret the presentation.
I stopped quite a few times in that museum to sit down and jot down my thoughts on the pieces and exhibits as a whole, and on the top floor, as I was doing so, a curator came up to me. The first thought I had when she came up to me was, Oh great. What did I do wrong? Fortunately for me, I wasn’t in any trouble. She asked me if I spoke German, and then if I spoke English once I shook my head no to the first question. She told me that she had noticed me writing, and asked me what I was writing about. We ended up having the most inspirational conversation I’ve had in a long time. It was refreshing. We talked about art and the way we perceive things and artifacts and how digital and fast paced everything is in our day and age. She is not only the kind of woman I aspire to be, but also a woman that I could spend hours talking to over coffee. Coming into the museum, I was hoping that a cute Swiss boy would come up to me and talk about art with me, but I’m convinced that this woman was even better.
After our conversation, I went home for lunch… taking the long route so I could explore more. As I walked home, I listened to “The Moth” podcast, which is really hilarious, if you’d like to check it out. I’ve been really into podcasts lately. ANYWAY, when I got back to the apartment, housekeeping was attending to our room, so I grabbed my laptop and headed over to Starbucks (I swear I looked for a local cafe but they were all closed). And that’s where I’m sitting now, sipping on a green tea and blogging. I’m sure there’ll be more adventures to come, but I’ll write about that later.
Cheers for now!