We visited Nuraghe Nuradeo on a windswept, yet sun-embraced, April afternoon. As we walked up the muddy, rustic lane, observed by countless sheep and bulls, the Nuraghe became clearer.
Amongst the stillness, interrupted only by the noises of animals and the whistle of wind, an overwhelming sense of infinitely ancient history swept over us. Seeing the impossibly heavy stones, we wondered how humans could have carried them, to build a structure that was to withstand thousands of years of wind, rain, countless visitors.
It was not open, but seeing it from a distance was enough to make one consider the longevity of these ancient structures. On the way back, we noticed a perfect line of ruins, stretching on into the horizon.