Instead of going right to Schloss Neuschwanstein, I headed further up the mountain and found a huge bridge which “bridged” a huge crevice between two mountains (Haha—“Bridge!”—boy, I CRACK myself up! Haha, crack… crevice… hahaha, oh nevermind! Some puns just aren’t worth uttering).

At the bridge, you could see forever,.. and Schloss Neuschwanstein. After some mandatory picture-taking (by “mandatory” I mean that you would be silly if you didn’t), I toured the castle and headed back to Fussen.

Back in Fussen, it started to rain. I nevertheless walked around the town, visited the local church (St. Stephen), and caught a bus to Reutte in Tirol, Austria, where I bought some food, explored a little bit of the town, and caught a train to where I would be staying for the next few days.

My train-ride took me past Garmish-Partenkirchen, a town I always wished to see (as my home in St. Louis has a pretty cool picture of it in the basement). And the mountains around the city are amazing, but there is not much in the city itself. Honestly, there are a multitude of similar and less-touristy towns. Apparently, G-P is touristy because of its closeness to ski-resorts and the Olympic training facility. Beyond that though, time is much better spent out in the countryside and in the mountains themselves.