This castle makes me think about heights. Specifically, how I love them. I’m drawn to them, especially in the form of wanting to climb everything I can. But I’m no adrenaline junkie. No obsessions with sky-diving or paragliding or cliff-jumping here. You might say I’m an adrenaline fantasist. Is that a thing? I like to climb with a harness, or at least good hand holds.
I still like to feel secure, even if that just means I trust myself not to let go. I’m not so much into the sensation of falling. But the kind of heights that require solid trust in yourself to be rational? Those are the ones for me.
None of this matters except to say that this castle looks like the home I would build – you know, if I were a Ukrainian oligarch with more money than I knew what to do with. A home that celebrates, well, my lack of acrophobia, I guess. There are other landmarks that it draws comparisons to (Belém Tower in Portugal, or Miramare Castle outside Trieste, Italy), but it’s the teetering I’m after. The sensation of looking over that railing into the sea with the impression there is nothing underneath. But I’ll know it’s just an impression (and yet yearn to repel down the cliff side to push a bit futher). And best of all, it will have gotten me to the beautiful Crimean Sea – one of those spectacular places that have somehow stayed off the radar of those born outside the region. With waters like that, it won’t be true forever.