Monday, January 14, 2008

Harlech Castle is Scary

See, usually I love castles. I made Ashley come on a trip wth me to North Wales with the sole purpose of touring castles. I love castles of all levels of deconstruction. I loved the first two castles we visited (Conwy and Caernarfon). Then, we went to Harlech Castle.
First, proof that I do like castles.
I look happy to be here in this photo, right?




But there were millions of signs like this:




And I was hungry, so I was shaky.
I was tired, because we stayed at a B&B and had to wake early for breakfast.
My legs were rubbery because we had walked up and down millions of castles stairs for two days straight.
It was windy, and as the sign above stated, there was little barrier to keep me from flying off the side of the castle and into the ocean.
It was wet, so the stones were slippery.
And, to top it off, I was wearing my danskos.
Ask my mom to tell you a story about what happens when you wear danskos on slippery welsh stones. She has a good story.
Anyway, all these factors combined made for this face:





I was terrified, cranky, and most of all, astonished that I did not lke this castle. I usually consider myself a pretty adventurous person, but in this case I just knew that I would have little control over being able to catch myself if I lost my balance.

Harlech is a scary castle.

2 comments:

Gina said...

Yeah, you look a little more reserved in that second photo! The castle touring must have been awesome though, I'm so envious.

Debbi said...

I love catles too. So sorry you did not like this one. I would have been scarred too.