Life sometimes throws you a curveball, sometimes amazes you with the good fortune. While I was looking at the sharp and jagged alpine mountain ranges in Munich, I could not even imagine to get there — so soon.
I was on my three-weeks business trip to Europe. My week days were filled with intense meetings and technical discussions that occasionally got lost in the weeds. I had no plan for a stopover. But Sabi, one of my oldest friend, had one.
“Ever been to Neuschwanstein castle?”
She asked abruptly as I showed up at Augsburg railway station.
“Only seen it on the postcards and calendars,” I shrugged my shoulders. I knew she had made a huge effort to make a time for me. Yet I did not expect such a question.
“Are you interested in going there?” She continued.
I smiled, but honestly had no idea where exactly the castle was located. It should be somewhere in southern Germany. Well, there is a timing to life. And it was definitely my best chance to visit the beloved fairytale castle.
The castle was located about 60 miles away from where we were. So were the Alpine foothills. They had always been within my reach. How nescient I had been! In spite of their geographical closeness, it was still not that easy to access either of them. You need to get a guided tour to visit the Neuschwanstein castle. Otherwise, you cannot go inside. We first had to wait in line for tickets.
“It takes an hour in winter,” Sabi informed.
“And three hours in summer.”
She murmured under her breath while waiting at the ticket center.
Once we obtained the tickets, we started walking uphill. The roads and walking paths to the hilltop castle were paved but slightly inclined. As we hiked up the hill, we came to sweat and then felt chilly. It was freezing cold and blowy up there.