One of the first trip I remember ever taking. Between old churches and cold weather, I think something may have begun there. A love or an obsession.

I'm currently struggling and studying usage wear of macro-lithic tools for my master's. It's really a though work, but I think I'm getting to understand it. I started doing some experimentations to get a fresh set of usage wear to analyze, it really opened up my eyes!

I found one of my oldest pencil cases and I decided to wash it, put together essential tools and giving it a new purpose to assist me in fieldwork and study.

This topic is weird. A lot of researches sometimes touch this aspect while describing a sacre archeological site. However, bullshit is always right on the corner. The major risk is of finding what are you searching for and most of people who write about it are not archaeologists but like physicists, mathematicians or others. It bums me so bad that "we are all a bit archaeologists" because it feels like it give the discipline a slap in the face.

Finally. I had some igneous rocks that came from a small creek located in a northern region. I used some of those rocks for my researches and experimental archaeology, but after I finished my work I didn't knew what to do with them. Then it hit me: I'd build a dolmen underneath my cherry tree! It was so obvious, so stupid!

Me and my girlfriend went to a celtic festival and it really gave me such good vibes. There wasn't an entry fee and I saw some artisan I met the first time I went there, two years ago. I did some wood carving and my girlfriend did a workshop with archery and another one with fencing at a re-enactors tent! They really knew their stuff and I appreciated the fact that they had papers and drawings of real prehistoric findings, I even got to play a karnyx! I wanted to stay there for the evening and see the Beltane Fire but we were kinda both tired for the day and we went home earlier than I thought.

Anyway, here I am. I waited 7 years for this moment. The first two years spent coding during the day and reading about mythology, history and stories during my nights at the desk. It feels a bit odd, even weird. Songs from Scrubs play in the background. I know they would've been proud of me, they who wanted to be here on this day. I feel so lucky to share my life with all of the persons I met in the last 7 years.

First day at the office, learning braille

Monday morning we took a walk in the area of the carvings to find new archaeological traces, trying to figure out a good way to take the survey. It was a bit hard for me, since I'm not as trained as I was before, especially for trekking, but I pulled it off nicely. Early on I met Emmanuel Anati! Literally a living legend. Right now there is a thunderstorm (like the one in my... whatever, you got it), and I feel really tired. This morning we had a lesson about the petroglyphs of this area, then we took a brief walk between rocks (because it wad already raining) and in the afternoon we started the survey again. Yesterday we walked for 13 km just by following the trail, and today I might've walked just a little bit less, because we went for s grid approach. We even re-discovered a rock carving (already recorded) that was hidden by some vegetations! I was a bit thrilled, but we were searching for something else so I didn't pay much attention to it.

I wa sso thrilled. I had the opportunity to talk with Andrea Arcà, an expert on the field, who also made a lecture in the morning. I was a bit... anxious at first, I was told that a lot of first recordings are crap but I was actually able to do a fine work! I also tried another technique called 'frottage' and I really liked it, the way the carving appeared on the paper was amazing.