Alright. The castle was a blast, I think we have officially eaten ourselves to death. Since I left out the fact earlier today that we also had chocolate mousse after the waffle, and then we arrive at this castle to be bombarded with more food. The mousse was so worth it though, I really have not had much chocolate at all, really none other than a taste of Dr. Harris's "Pure Black" ice cream yesterday which was way too strong for me - but the mousse - oh my goodness :)
So we walk up to the castle and we wait to be invited in for about 15 minutes, not really sure exactly what we were waiting on. When suddenly trumpets sound and a fire breather came out of the door, a jester snuck up from behind scared me, and then we were in the court yard and there were people in costume, and food everywhere.
Outside:
Inner courtyard:
Tower viewed from courtyard:
Raw meats (Lindsey and I both tasted the steak tartare, which had great flavor but was definitely a textural challenge):
"Young herring," amazing display but, no, we did not try it:
In front of several people in costume:
The local favorite, with the topping of choice:
Please note the mayonnaise to mustard/ketchup ratio:
The falcon handler brought out a falcon, then an eagle, then a barn owl. She was gorgeous, and he let us hold her. In Lindsey's picture, he was calling her back and then fed her the leg of a chick. The eagle got whole chicks, and the falcon got meat scraps.
Over the canal on the walk from the castle to the hotel:
Canal as dark sets in:
Square near our hotel as it starts to get dark:
We had a lot of food, and a lot of fun today. I hope tomorrow will be equally as exciting since there is an event that "Early Delegates" (ie. attendees under 32) cannot attend, so we are going to dinner with Dan - which promises to be an adventure.
Also, there are two things we keep forgetting to mention: (1) bathrooms are called water closets, and at the train station we had to pay a "guard" to use the bathroom. At the train station it was a man sitting at the main door, men and women's restrooms face each other with the main doors open, so your only privacy is the stall door. The male potty patrol also happened to be selling feminine products - awkward. On the city maps, "Gratis WC" are usually marked so you know where to potty for free. At the convention venue, although the potties were free, there was a guard. We have decided they remove the trash and keep the restroom clean at all times. (2) And this may only be funny to us, but every time a European speaker says "slaughter" we die (laughing that is - lame pun, I know). Because that is not what it sounds like at all. It's closer to, "An zen, vwe schlaughter zem" which we have now mastered saying it that way - LOL - maybe we are just cracking ourselves up on that one!
More tomorrow!


