The very word has little girls imagining vibrantly beaded ball gowns, tiaras, romance, and a horse-drawn pumpkin. The excitement that a castle holds is almost tangible, even if it’s thousands of years old and aging with every passing season.
They are timeless.
As Haley and I explored the Acrocorinth castle we couldn’t help but imagine that we were back in time.
“What was this castle like in it’s prime,” we wondered aloud.
“Who has stood here?”
“I wonder, were there torches lining these sidewalks?”
It seems silly—we’re adults, after all.
But I think there is something about standing on ancient grass-covered steps that transports a girl back to her childhood, when sheets spread out over the tops of chairs and sofas created a castle. A magnificent, ancient, timeless castle.
I didn’t have a sheet this time. I was standing at a real one, one that overlooked the city of Corinth. It provided the most incredible view of mountains.
Our next dosage of castle life was at the Palamidi castle in Napflion.
That view was even better, teal sea water meeting mountains in the distance.
I plucked flowers from the ground and picked up rocks for my journal. I knew I needed something to remember these places by. Something I could hold in my hand, take back to my house, unlock my memories.
Something to put under that sheet.