This Heaven

Featured artwork @Patryk Garrett

Tears tip past midnight
Brightness hangs at noon
His darkness looms
But anything he offers me,
I want to consume.

His strong arms form the stars
Crisp, like fairy leaves in a storm
More beautiful than daylight,
But fragile as the day I was born.

With a song and dance that will never play
This heaven upholds a piece of my pain
Under sheets and shadows,
His kiss promised beneath the rain.

I’ve only ever wanted one thing for myself
And I want to show you his name
Here lies that girl from the woods,
With a wolf’s heart to tame.

Heaven holds a sense of grief
Hands full of desire
All unwanted promises and pleasures,
Will hereto break the fire.

The Moon King’s Castle

A few years ago, I was just about done with planning my return trip to Europe when an acquaintance mentioned a castle tucked somewhere in the mountains of Bavaria. She had me at ‘castle’, but what really intrigued me was the fact that it was the castle Walt Disney had Sleeping Beauty’s castle modeled after. That was it for me! The palace of my little girl dreams. Immediately, the cogs of my imagination began to click and turn. I could walk its halls and fancy grounds. Stand in awe of its magic. Revel in the decadent lifestyle of its ghosts, all the while picturing myself as a blushing bride of that time period. But there was one problem.

The castle was in Germany.

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(countryside of Bavaria from the train)

So I went back to my meticulously detailed itinerary, all thirteen days of it, and wondered how anyone could throw away ideas like the ruins of the Roman Forum, the glitz of the Champs Elysees, or the might of the Tower of London. Truthfully, Germany never really crossed my mind as somewhere I would really enjoy seeing. But I was determined not to miss this opportunity since my thought has always been: ‘when, if ever, will I be back to Europe?’ So I cut a night here and another there and was able to put aside at least a day and a half in Munich, the closest major city to this fairy tale dream, Neuschwanstein Castle.

How To Get There

Flying into Memmingen Airport was the second leg of the trip. It’s a small airport known mostly to low budget airlines like RyanAir, and is about an hour from city centre. There is a train that will take you from the airport into the city’s main hub station Hauptbahnhof for cheap, I would say about 8€ or so for a single ticket.

With less than two days in Munich, there was no time to waste. Even though I had lost a bag along the way, the lovely concierge at the Westin Grand Munich had offered to sacrifice themselves to the airline gods to try and track it down so I could enjoy the next to evenings with a bit more ease.

With nearly no knowledge of the city and zero of the language, I figured the best option to see my dream castle was to book a guided tour through Viator. So my trip was going to be pleasantly hands free. There’s never a missed step with Viator. We met as a group within the train station. We were able to meet our guide, mingle with others in the group or go to the convenience shop just next to us to stock up on bags and bags of Haribo gummy bears and a couple magazines for the train ride.

train to Fussen

The Epic Tale

The train took us into Fussen, an adorably quaint Bavarian town northwest of Neuschwanstein. Surprisingly, this romantic castle was built much closer to our century compared to other Gothic structures in Europe. Work on Neuschwanstein began in 1869. King Ludwig II spent nearly all his personal wealth, and that of the royal family for the building of the castle. Inspired by Richard Wagner’s romantic operas as well as a visit to Warburg Castle in Eisenach, Ludwig was determined to recreate the whimsy he had experienced. So determined, in fact, that the public opinion of him was that he’d lost his damn mind.

NS 1 faraway

The circumstances of his death were and still are a mystery. The doctor whom had been tending to Ludwig’s seemingly delicate mental health was last seen going for a walk along Lake Starnberg with the king at approximately 6:30 P.M. on June 13, 1886. They were declared missing just after 8:00 P.M. After a two hour search in the pouring rain, their bodies were found upturned in the lake. Autopsy ruled Ludwig’s death as a suicide by drowning. Want to know the strangest part? No water was found in his lungs, not to mention he was quite the swimmer. Stranger still, Ludwig’s watch had stopped at 6:54, which would suggest he had drowned when we know he likely died by some other means. So many more eerie details here but I can’t traverse them all on this post. I encourage any interested persons to do some research and share thoughts in the comments.

Portrait of Louis II, King of Bavaria

(Portrait of King Ludwig II)

What I found really interesting about the building of Neuschwanstein were the modern advances, quite a bit ahead of its time. It had a working pipe system! And get this, central air. So you’re saying running water and A/C in a hilltop castle?…I mean, teleport me back to the late 1800’s Bavaria and I promise I will find a way to marry this Ludwig guy (even though he was rumored to be for the other team). The good, possibly crazy ones are always taken, haha.

A Couple of My Favorite Things

  • The walk up to the castle’s entrance.

I loathe to admit this as one of my faves since it involves physical exertion. The tour guide gave the group the option of walking the main road among the horse-drawn carriages (probably not too expensive but the alternative is dodging a trail of horse doo), ride the shuttle (for a nominal fee, but ridiculously long queue), or hiking a narrow trail through the surrounding forest. While the latter sounds adventurous, I pondered the potential of getting lost in a dense forest alone and without cell service. So I joined the tour guide and others on the main poopy road. In hindsight, I should have taken the trail, it would have been epic. The best part of the journey up was the view. Absolutely one of the most gorgeous views I have ever witnessed. Also, despite my phobia of heights, I bravely crossed a roped wooden bridge over a heart-stopping gorge. What can I say? I had a castle waiting for me, it was destiny and so I could cowboy’d up.

  • The throne hall.

As we know, Ludwig ran out of money and supposedly drowned in 1886, so much of the castle is still unfinished and unfurnished to this day. But this particular spot is still stunning. The altar shines like marble. Pillars line the sides of the hall with golden crowns that hold up sharp arches underneath a grand chandelier. Everything is just so decadent.

  • The king’s bedroom.

The extravagance of the furniture here will astonish you. Do yourself the honor of standing in this room and admiring the delicate wood carvings everywhere. Notice the bottom end of the bed. The carving there depicts the resurrection of Christ, a fitting symbol between sleep and death.

ludwig bedroom

  • The grotto.

Have you ever heard of a cave in a castle? Ludwig had a vision of the cave in Wagner’s Tannhauser Saga and wanted a grotto built into the royal residence. It doesn’t get more magical than that.

The Indelible 

            You ever feel so present in the moment, so deep in your own story that the outside world melts away and you are left in the scent of pure romance? Some people pay upwards of $30,000 for such a day, but even then it’s simulated. This was different. The history and romance were not just implied in this place. All the epic stories here were tangible. I stood in the reverent mountains and kneeled at a dais of gold and filigree. Nothing compares.

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Flesh

art by @Endling(TheArtingStarvist.)

 

I am flesh
A walking sheath of barbs
The pinpoint of pleasure
Full of every annoying nag
Demanding the deep
Singing it’s real
The only thing I think I feel

Heavy links cuff him
While I am dared to carry them
Whilst I am dared to love him
And at first glance
There is a crave for connection
Affection
Lustation
Frustration
 
All I have is the nothing
Covered by death
I am flesh
Just flesh and blood and bone
So long as the path I walk
Is a sheath of barbs
You are the only thing I think is real

Emeralds

Sun presses against my skin,
I’m feeling a little seasick,
though my feet are solid on the beach.
Looking out on the ocean’s tides,
I see a mysterious figure
against the rocks in the distance.
Emerald eyes drift over the land I stand on,
and I catch her searching gaze.

 
The precarious waves roll against her back.
Cold ocean bites my ankles,
asking if it may consume me.
Her emeralds are calming,
and she knows
I am alone with her.
Yet she is neither afraid nor tense,
but intrigued.

 
Her golden hair mimics a setting sun,
and her skin reveals immortality.
Daringly she sings,
sounding like a thousand angels.
Yet she has no legs for dancing,
nor wings for soaring.

 
Those emeralds stab me.
Her voice invites me there.
She is crying to me.
Moments pass and she turns away,
leaving a waterfall in her wake.
Dreams of shining castles
and sunken ships manifest.
I want to follow her
into a utopia.
To reside in fantasy.
To dream of this no more.
 

I take a step.
And looking down in the water,
reflecting like a crystal mirror,
I remember who I am.
Fearful eyes hold me back,
I’m defeated by the sea.

 
So I breathe in
the deafening sound in my mind.
These waves, violent and unsteady,
would be my end.
I look out again,
cursing my clouded eyes.
I wish to have those emerald eyes,
to be as fearless as I am beautiful.

 

@imagecredit:Leslie Allen “Enchanted Mermaid”

Tonight – tale of the Moon girl

Tonight we bask
Under the pale hue of the moon
Smile in the ray of its glee
Never knowing the sun will rise soon

Tonight we bond
Walking through the grace of silver powdered sand
Feel the promise of gravity around our feet
And feel the breath of life in each other’s hand

Tonight we dream
Laughing with blue stars and singing with an invisible breeze
While we dance in circles
Until one falls and the other leaves

Tonight I remain silent
Watching the rise of the sun’s glare
I risk racing across clouds to find the wind
Only stop to realize it was never there

Tonight I go
Locking the gate of never after to which I belong
Climbing forever and never into the darkness
Whispering the story of a girl with no song

Tonight ends
Where the light went out as with the lie
Breathing roughly in a silence
And I hear the Moon beg the Sun that it does not die

Today I stand
Severing my caged insides apart
Wondering who I am, what I am, why I must go
And where I should start.

Day Jaunt to Bath, England

Oh, how it feels to be in London…eh, honestly, I have mixed feelings about it. London is sort of like this hot ex-boyfriend that you can’t avoid. He took all your money, energy, resources, and sucked the very life out of you materially, but oh boy was he gorgeous. Every. Inch. And then when you’re in his neighborhood (of the great-wide Europe) you can’t help but want to stop by and gawk at him for a day or two. Just because.

I’ve recently gotten questions about my preferred airline when gallivanting off to that side of the world. Personally, I’m a big fan of British Airways. And a really big hater of any type of American airline. Don’t boo me just yet. Every time we’ve flown with a domestic airline, the seats are worn, the carpet is dirty, God knows if they’ve cleaned the lavatory and more importantly, you pay extra for everything. Good ol’ ‘Murica! Just about every European, if not every foreign, airline offers free booze. Well, how can you compare that really? Besides, I really love the little package BA gives you when you get when you sit down and buckle in. You can expect headphones, eye mask, socks, toothbrush and mini-toothpaste, a pencil for that Sudoku game you got in your carry-on and more. It’s like getting your own packed lunch in kindergarten when you’re going on a field trip. The only downside to BA is if you want your seats reserved ahead of time, you have to cough up an extra forty pounds (or more). But hey, if you’re off to London, you might as well fly double-decker style.

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My momma…ain’t she beautiful!

Let’s get down to the gritty. There are two ways to discover the ancient city of Bath from London. You can go online and book a roundtrip ticket on the train from London. It can cost anywhere from $60 to $150 USD per person and up, just depending on your class preferences. First-class is always a comfy luxury *wink, wink*. I like to use Rail Europe to book. Be sure to select Bath SPA, Britain in the ‘to:’ box. When searching for fares and schedules, I would recommend traveling from London Paddington station, it’s the main train hub in city centre and a perfect start/end point for your day excursions—especially if you are staying in city centre.

My preferred way to see Bath, as well as a stop at Stonehenge along the way, is via the Stonehenge and Bath Day Trip on Viator. Your first stop will be Stonehenge. I realize some of you might be asking, ‘Why would I want to spend my hard earned money to see a bunch of stones?’ Ah-hah! Good point…Maybe you like stones. Perhaps you even like it when stones are a bit mysterious. *shrugs* Works for me! Also, it caused a nice discussion between Hubby and I on how the stones really got there. It’s just so intriguing! And because sheep. Lots of sheep. I love sheep. They are so fluffy and cute.

A couple of tips to remember on this tour:

  1. Arrive early. Give yourself plenty of time to get to the bus terminal. Trust me, it’s not as easy to find as you may think. Once entering the terminal in London city centre, you may have quite a walk ahead of you to the actual terminal where your tour bus is parked and you wouldn’t want to be late!
  2. Coffee prohibition. No drinks are allowed on the bus (save for your personal water bottle tucked away in your bag). Found this one out the hard way, after Hubby and I spent ten pounds on coffee, tea, and scones all to have it thrown to the waste bin!
  3. Bring a book! Weird, right? I mean, why not stare out the window and take in the beautiful villages and scenery of the English countryside instead of face-planting into a book? Well, if you’re like me, staring out the window for 5+ hours (roundtrip) makes me want to jump off the bus. While moving.
  4. Drink some wine, but not too much. Ugh ok so this might be TMI but I must warn everyone of my folly! Once in Bath, you will be able to break off from the group, walk around the town and sit down at a nice pub for a hearty English lunch. Essentially, Bath is still so much a Roman experience. They came, they saw, they conquered, and they built baths. Tu sei un biacchere de vino! Yeah, I know, I have to work on my Italian. *ahem* My point is, I ordered some wine at the restaurant. And keep in mind, everywhere BUT the USA measures in milliliters. So the menus will say how much wine you can order in milliliters. Heck if I know! Could be that I had nearly three-quarters of a bottle of wine with my lunch. My point is, suggest to the guide that you may need to make a pit stop from Bath back to London. By suggest I mean beg…it’s a three hour trip back and they usually don’t plan to stop in between. Are you squinting your face in horror/disgust? You should be.
  5. Tip the guide and driver. Tipping is not a city in China. And even if it is, you’re not in China. You’re in England, so be nice.