(Kellie is my roommate from Australia, and bags have to be to the coach 1 hour before leaving)
Soon we were navigating twisting, winding narrow, snow-framed roads over the mountains. Fortunately, I was two seats back from the front, as I understand it often appeared that the bus was driving where there was no road.
We came down onto a plain or into a valley past some timbered houses and had our first look at the castle, its white exterior acting as camouflage against the snow covered mountains. Only its gold-colored trim belied its presence.
You all have to understand, I am fairly obsessed with this castle. We used to watch films in German class, I read about it, and I have a framed 1500 piece puzzle hanging in my bedroom. As I stood in line for the carriage ride to the top of the hill, even the frigid temperatures didn't dull my nervousness. What if this wasn't all that I expected?
The first view I had of the castle was the view in my pictures. The red brick front wall with the white main building behind. I walked to the wooden gate and stepped inside.
(Part 2 - The Castle; Part 3 - Taking a Chance)
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