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Neuschwanstein Castle - Seen from the Marien Bridge — (Photo taken 2006-07-29) Three years ago, I managed to finagle a four-week training stint in Frankfurt, Germany. For my last weekend there, I decided to visit Neuschwanstein Castle. (My memory is a bit fuzzy on how I arrived at that epiphany.) Turns out, it’s no where near Frankfurt. Despite an utter lack of German language skills, I still managed to navigate the combination of public transportation and trains required to get there and back again. It no doubt helped that most everyone interacted with spoke English. It also helped that I was willing to ask for help. The castles (I didn’t know there were two until I got there) and the things around them all closed up for the night at five. Around 4:30 I decided I ought to check into my hotel. One problem, I had no idea where it was. I walked the entire length of the town, but came no closer to finding it. There was a lady walking to the parking lot. From her uniform, she was a waitress at one of the restaurants going home for the day. I went up and asked her if she could point me to the hotel. She tried, but the directions were not as simple as “head down that street and take a right.” Amazingly, she offered me a ride and dropped me off a block from it. Not only did she get me to my hotel, but she got me there before the front desk closed at 5:00 (I had no idea they did that so early). If I had walked it, I’d have arrived too late to get a room. (If, against all odds, the person reading this is the wonderful lady who helped me out, thank you for rescuing my excursion from disaster.)
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Neuschwanstein Castle - Seen from the Marien Bridge — (Photo taken 2006-07-29)

Three years ago, I managed to finagle a four-week training stint in Frankfurt, Germany. For my last weekend there, I decided to visit Neuschwanstein Castle. (My memory is a bit fuzzy on how I arrived at that epiphany.)

Turns out, it’s no where near Frankfurt.

Despite an utter lack of German language skills, I still managed to navigate the combination of public transportation and trains required to get there and back again. It no doubt helped that most everyone interacted with spoke English.

It also helped that I was willing to ask for help.

The castles (I didn’t know there were two until I got there) and the things around them all closed up for the night at five. Around 4:30 I decided I ought to check into my hotel. One problem, I had no idea where it was. I walked the entire length of the town, but came no closer to finding it.

There was a lady walking to the parking lot. From her uniform, she was a waitress at one of the restaurants going home for the day. I went up and asked her if she could point me to the hotel. She tried, but the directions were not as simple as “head down that street and take a right.” Amazingly, she offered me a ride and dropped me off a block from it. Not only did she get me to my hotel, but she got me there before the front desk closed at 5:00 (I had no idea they did that so early). If I had walked it, I’d have arrived too late to get a room.

(If, against all odds, the person reading this is the wonderful lady who helped me out, thank you for rescuing my excursion from disaster.)

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