For as long as I can remember, I wanted to tour Neuschwanstein Castle. When I lived in Germany for a brief time in 1968, I had hoped to find the time to visit. Unfortunately, Vietnam interrupted those plans and I was prematurely sent back to the states. I mentioned to Dave it was still one of my travel wishes. He thought it would be a “cool” idea. (I think the German beer was also a draw!)
The castle overlooks the Village of Hohenschwangau, Bavaria, Germany and sits between the Alpine foothills in the south and the hilly landscape in the north. There is a magnificent view of the castle from the Marienbrücke (Marie Bridge).
As King Ludwig once wrote, “the location is one of the most beautiful to be found, holy and unapproachable.”
On a beautiful, sunny day in May, I sprinkled Dave’s ashes from the bridge overlooking the castle. The bridge spans the Pöllat River and overlooks the Pöllat Gorge.
As we walked down the mountain, the clouds rolled in and it began to rain. I was so thankful that, once again, my “weather angels” helped us out.
It may have taken fifty years to get there, but it was definitely worth it. It’s an amazing feeling when you finally get to enjoy an experience that has long been on your wish list. I just never could have imagined it would be the subject of a remembrance post for my child.
I hope Dave still thinks it’s cool.
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