Alps and the Neuschwanstein Castle
My love affair with the Alps began inside the tight cabin of the
now defunct Pan Am airlines. When I saw the wrinkled, craggy
mountain tops breaking through thick clouds, I held my breath.
Nothing like this majestic splendor had ever crossed my eyes.
Immediately, I took a few pictures, not minding that a 126 box
camera wasn't the proper tool for such a sight. Ever since then,
we got lucky enough to pay our respects to the Alps with a few
trips.
The best resorts in the Alps for me, since I am not a climber or
a mountain goat, are the lakeside towns and fishing villages.
Most of the Alpine lakes are carved by glaciers; the water
inside the lakes sparkles like a gemstone, be it a blue topaz,
emerald, or lapis lazuli, and the lakes are edged by fancy
gardens and all sorts of greenery.
In nice weather when the strong sun shines on the mountains and
the area, compassionate peaks embrace the lakes and send cool
breezes down on their prot