I haven't traveled that much. In 2016 I was in Scotland (Edinburgh, Glasgow, Arran) and earlier this year I was in Holland, mostly in Groningen. So the views I saw on the walk up to the castle was all new to me. I have never seen anything so beautiful.
The sea, high hills and deep valleys. Streams, cows and the wind. All of these things together was just so beautiful, always having one eye on the castle in the horizon.
Everytime I visit a place like this, my empath side places me to that time and place. I feel the sorrows and the joys, and the sadness of it being over. I can imagine the people of that age there, running the halls, looking at the sea and having lives that have ended years ago.
How there were 167 people kept prisoner in the same size of room, as the deutches bedroom, two floors up. They were ankle deep in mire, and held for nine weeks with no sanitation. Both food and water had to be bought from the guards. Twenty five men escaped, two of whom fell into their deaths, and fifteen we're captured and tortured.
I take a lot of knowledge from this trip, and empathy for the souls that were lost. Never treat people for less than others, and appreciate old buildings and places, so that they will be there to teach to others as well. Lovely trip left in my memory that I will always cherish.
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