Spaetzle, part two

The day after the German NaMoPaiMo party, Carol and I drove about an hour southeast from her home in Stuttgart to Hohenzollern Castle.

We parked the car and walked to the footpath. 

The sign wasn't kidding. It was definitely steep, with stairs.

As we climbed, the castle began to emerge from the fog.

It truly felt like something from a fairytale.

Jennifer at the castle gates.

We spent some time wandering around the courtyard, taking pictures of the castle,

the view...

and...

each other.

I also took pictures of the castle horses.

This one was in the Chapel.

Then we stood in line for the tour.

Photography is not allowed inside the castle, so I don't have any pictures of the interior. That's okay. I more than made up for it with my outside photos. Aside from owning a horse, a long European vacation was right at the top of my lifetime bucket list. I wanted to remember in every single moment.

Then, after it was all said and done, Carol and I visited the castle restaurant, and I checked off the newest item on my European bucket list: I ate spaetzle.

I am so thankful I got to take that trip. I am so glad I got to taste the spaetzle.