Maybe I’m just a closet romantic. Maybe I’m a bloodthirsty savage. Maybe I just love a good suit of armor. I don’t know what it is, but I just love castles and all they bring to mind. There’s nothing better than having your mind just drift back in time to when men were men and, well, lets’ just get on with it…
Living in the United States doesn’t lend itself to castle-tripping so, on a recent trip to Italy castles were on my agenda — to the joy and, sometimes, frustration of my traveling companions. Yes, there was a lot of eye-rolling. It wasn’t like I asked them to call me My Lord or Sir. I assured them that there’d be enough time for wining (because there was enough whining).
We’ve visited castles in Germany, England, Spain and New York (yes, Bannerman Castle on the Hudson) but these castles really left an impression on me — Castello Aragonese (Otranto), Castello Corigliano d’Otranto (not in Otranto), Castelvecchio (Verona) and Castello Aragonese (Castro). Maybe it was the Italian food. Maybe it was the language. Or, maybe it was just the views.



















No, I never was referred to as My Lord or Sir and I won’t print what I was called. Needless to say, my traveling companions were as impressed with these castles as I was. Give the castles of Italy a chance.

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