I was GOING to see a castle. That’s all there was to it. Now, I’m sure that there are better castles, bigger castles, castles with more to see, but none of them were on the path back to Ramstein, so this is the one that we picked. Not too shabby, if I must say so myself. Not. Too. Shabby.
We woke under the watchful eyes of Freddie Mercury and had an amazing breakfast with a group of teachers from all over Belgium on their annual “Guy’s Holiday” and a wonderful couple we had met the night before who sing country music like it’s their day job. Do you know what Belgians put on their toast? CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES!!! Not just a couple of chocolate sprinkles to decorate the toast–a thick, deep coating of chocolate sprinkles in butter. Yep. Sprinkles are for winners. And Belgians.
After packing the car, we set forth across the Belgian countryside. . . .
Through Luxembourg. . . .
And to my castle.
I have to say, having seen the ruins of this castle, there’s a chance that I am revisiting all of my childhood dreams of “princessdom” with a new eye and I’ve decided that, no. I’ll keep the life that I have. I’m happy in my house with flush toilets and running water. Yeah, the views are great, but I’ll just make myself happy with a photo and a memory.