Burg Eltz Castle, nestled in the hills above the river between Koblenz and Trier, Germany
I'd rather slay a dragon than listen to more Washington rhetoric.
I'd rather be a damsel-in-distress than hear tonight's news.
I'd rather view the distant past than look at television today.
So off with their talking heads, I say! I'm slipping away to my picture files and a once-upon-a-time visit to this mystical, magical 12th century castle, unchanged by centuries of what we call progress.
It was built in 1157. If you stop at the Burg-Eltz website, you'll read, "The river Eltz flows around three sides of an elliptical rock crag, the foundation of the whole castle, and on this, towering up to 70 meters above the river, is the fortress...the castle of joint heirs remains in its original unchanged condition." Keep reading and you'll wish yourself away to "a fairy-tale castle come to life...history cast in stone...a past revived."
The castle and the families who own it haven't seen a battle in centuries. Everything remains intact, managed amicably by its heirs. After the tour of the public rooms of the castle, we were invited into the inner sanctum, the round-table room where the castle heirs come together for annual meetings.
The long enchanting path through the forest back to the tour bus offers a delicious feast for the eyes and ears. I thrilled to the dripping, limey mosses, the unfamiliar tree formations, the sumptuous palette of earthy umbers and viridian greens. The quiet sanctuary of the forest canopy graciously harbors wild things--the birds singing from limb to limb, the low-crawling beasties sliding beneath its moss-covered stones, and the woodland creatures scrambling along the trunks of its black-barked trees.
Peace on earth.
Grace in the world.