We are winding our way through the hills surrounded by villages that look strait out of old WWII movies, but from the old black and white films turned vibrant shades of deep greens, pale blues, and rich browns. The air is crisp and cool as only the mountains can know. There are Alpine lakes the color of deep blue and as clear as glass. I walked through the cool wet grass towards one of them and felt as if I could just reach down and snatch a fish glinting sunlight off its scales just below the surface. The sight of the mountains reflected in this natural looking glass fills the blood with adventure and daring you did not know you had.
Driving farther along the road I see the white spire of a castle in the distance, then a turret, then the great walls. It springs from the ground of the tallest hill top like a great white spike through the green and mist threatening a take over of the heavens above it. No wonder some one thought to put a castle here. This is our destination, to explore Neuschwanstein and the surrounding area.
We went on the stock tours through the great halls and told about the Lords and Ladies that resided there. The same dry script for every tour, every 30 minutes, for 8 hours a day, but that is not why I come to these places. I come to imagine what it was like for those servants creeping around the narrow passage ways between the drafty walls to get the fires lit. The walls have ears. Ever wonder where that saying came from? Its from what the servants (and others wanting to spy) heard from those cramped tiny passages about the lives of their masters while trying to not be seen or heard, but always seeing and hearing. A haunting thought.
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Almost as good as being there.
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