I've been meaning to show you photos of the old castle we took on our way to my dad's house since we got back from Poland. I'm in love with castles and places of enough history to make my heart racing just by touching the stone. I'm creating stories, visualizing ordinary days of land that belonged to hard working people and it makes the whole experience more figured out for my lazy brain on vacation. I loved that this time around our threesome was always accompanied by our dearest much for Nadia's entertainment and delight. We would tell our plans to everyone who listened and agree on joining others with their arrangements whether we fitted in their car or not. Not forgetting I had my dear friend and cousin, Magda almost on my speed dial for quick meetings after she finished work and s l o w paced weekends on any weather situations. So when together with her hubby she offered to take us in a three hour journey and spend the rest of the day on nothing but doing all kind of things together, we thought we really nailed that balance between disobliging presence and excited exhaustion of topics of sorts. It gave me so many ideas of more co-traveling opportunities whenever there will be a chance.
But for the castle... Six hundred years locked behind an iron entrance gate, within every square inch of white stone and above slippery flooring we had trouble staying upright were there to get entwined with. Renovated up to the highest tower we had pleasure of viewing gave us access to almost every part of the building together with a torture chamber (photos on the bottom of this post), dark dungeons full of uncertain ground, floors we ran up and down at top speed to keep up with our little investigator.
But for the castle... Six hundred years locked behind an iron entrance gate, within every square inch of white stone and above slippery flooring we had trouble staying upright were there to get entwined with. Renovated up to the highest tower we had pleasure of viewing gave us access to almost every part of the building together with a torture chamber (photos on the bottom of this post), dark dungeons full of uncertain ground, floors we ran up and down at top speed to keep up with our little investigator.
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| ►►► The wind came out to play and did what it wanted with Nadia's hair. And it would continue to do so but she was gone to explore right the minute after the picture was taken. |
The wooden staircase you see below frightened me enormously. It was when I learned I suffer from fear of heights except I really try not to pay attention to this discovery and explore nonetheless. Because how can you not look down, or above and around when you're here to do just so? It was as dreadful as it was awesome but I will continue living my life dangerously. We had the craziest traveling schedule ever but made sure everybody was satisfied, fed and taking in quaint views with a great pleasure.
Enjoy the weekend, friends! x
Enjoy the weekend, friends! x
