When I was 16, I came across a large poster of Neuschwanstein Castle at a store and ended up buying it. I hung it up in my room. I used to stare at it, wishing and dreaming that one day I'd go there. Even when I moved to Portland, I took it with me and presently, it remains folded up under my bed. To be here now and to finally see the castle with my own eyes, after all the years of having the poster...I can't tell you how much it means to me.
Standing on the bridge, staring at it...it was like a dream.
Only, it was real.
:)
And that is the best part.
