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My Home is (NOT) my Castle

Have you ever dreamed of living in a castle? I have! In fact, I must confess, I’m just a little bit obsessed with castles. I have visited loads of them in Germany and Switzerland and France. I think it is the coolest thing ever to walk through a castle, whether restored or in ruins, and to learn about the history. I love imagining the people who lived there and what their lives might have been like. If I could, I would visit every castle in the world. (I can just see G’s eyes rolling back in his head now.)

Chateau d’Ouchy

Burg Schwartzenstein

Over the past couple of years, I have had the opportunity to stay overnight in a few castles. I’ve stayed at the Château d’Ouchy near Lausanne, in Switzerland. It is a castle that has been turned into a beautiful luxury hotel that looks out over Lake Geneva. I’ve also stayed at Burg Schwartzenstein near Frankfurt, Germany. It is a gorgeous place, perched amid Mediterranean gardens overlooking the vineyards of the Rhine Valley.

Last year, I spent one night in the Château des Reynats, near Perigord, France. Somehow, when I booked it, I didn’t read the fine print… I should know better after all my bad hotel experiences! We arrived to find that our room wasn’t actually in the castle but in the “Orangerie,” a nondescript building squatting in the shadow of the castle. I was very upset, but G saved the day by getting us into the only room left in the castle proper, The Honeymoon Suite. It was located in the tower, and it was fabulous, with its antique furniture and murals on the wall.

Well, after staying in a few castles, naturally I began to daydream about actually living in one. So I started surfing the net. You would be amazed at how many castles there are for sale in France! There are boatloads, and they are all over the spectrum – from “intimate” 4-7 bedroom places to huge behemoths with dozens of rooms. Some have been restored, some haven’t. My theory is that most of them were bought up by the English when the pound was so strong against the euro – which resulted in lots of Brits moving to France. And for whatever reason, many of them are now wanting to sell. G and I both would love to live in France one day, but realistically, I don’t know if we need to live in a castle. A villa on the Côte d’Azur would do just fine.

But, I did get to experience living in a castle this past summer.

G turned 50 in July, and I took it upon myself to plan the party. I know, poor me. He actually wanted to have it on the beach somewhere, preferably in the south of France. Or in a villa in Tuscany. I looked and looked, but renting a place that will host 15-20 people in the middle of high season in Europe is outrageously expensive. Add in our pretty high standards and it becomes astronomical. So it occurred to me to host his party in a castle. I knew there were lots of places we could rent out, so I began to make inquiries. And after several telephone conversations with the proprietor of Château de la Beuvrière, we booked the place for two weeks.

Château de la Beuvrière is located in the beautiful Loire Valley of France, about 25 minutes drive from the quaint little town of Angers. It is well hidden. In fact, few people in the area even know of its existence. The original structure dates back to 1372, and it was rebuilt in the early 1800’s. The current owners (yes, she is British, he is American) purchased the property 12 years ago, and they have modernized it and furnished it with beautiful antiques and items collected specifically for the castle.

Chapel Stained Glass Window

There is a chapel on the second floor with a history all its own: during the last World War, Canadians disguised as monks utilized the castle as headquarters for the French Resistance. They would put a light in the window of the chapel to warn their neighbors of enemy troops in the area.

Perhaps the best part of the castle is the name – “beuvrière” means “drinking hole.” It was so named because of the large lake on its grounds, from which the castle derived much of its revenue generation. Most of the surrounding farms originally belonged to the royals in residence, and they were eventually leased out. The farmers would bring their animals to drink from the lake and they were charged accordingly. Knowing that our group would be drinking quite a bit themselves, I thought the name was very apropos!

The four floors of the castle are comprised of twelve en-suite bedrooms, an elevator, two dumb waiters, an exquisite ballroom, a beautiful salon, and a cozy kitchen with commercial-grade appliances. (There are lots of other rooms, but we didn’t use them.) The grounds are stunning, with a heated pool and pool house and a 22-acre lake which you can stroll around.

It is nothing if not authentic. While we were there, a bat appeared in the kitchen one night, as we were sitting around the table drinking wine. G and I slept in the tower, and we were awakened several nights by screeching noises at the windows. Apparently, before the place was renovated, the tower was frequented by bats, and it seemed they were just trying to find their way back in!

Party this way

For two lovely weeks, we got to call the castle “home.” Our friends and family joined us, and we made the place our own. We prepared our meals together in the kitchen (although there is a chef in residence who is happy to cater for guests). We had cocktails by the lake in the evenings, and sometimes sat by the fire in the gorgeous salon until bedtime. The proprietor stayed discreetly out of sight unless we needed something. And although the castle was beautifully and ornately decorated, it was very comfortable and easy to live in.

If you have ever entertained the idea of staying in a castle, I highly recommend it! And if you have already done so, I’d love to hear about your experience.

Lakeside Mojito

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Hotel Hell

I love to travel. The flying I can do without, but visiting new places is like crack to me. Because my step-children live in Germany, G and I fly over to Europe several times a year. We get the kiddies and take them somewhere that will be fun for them and tolerable for us. Then, when we drop them off, we spend a night or two somewhere wonderful and romantic as a reward. Grown-up time.

When I’m looking at possible destinations, I do tons of research. First, I check out Trip Advisor to see what other people think of the places I plan to go. Sometimes I check out Frommer’s, too. I always Google the city itself to see what there is to do and see. All the while I am making a list of hotels and sights and restaurants.

That sounds pretty organized, I know. Not something I’m known for. G has been good for me that way, because he is really organized. He has different wallets for each country and all the itineraries and car rental agreements printed and tucked in a folder in his carry-on bag. So I don’t feel so bad when we arrive at the airport in, say, Hamburg, and I realize I left my sheet of paper with all my notes on it on the bedside table at home.

However, having my notes in hand doesn’t always work out for us. Sometimes the info I’ve read is outdated. Take our trip to Costa Rica a couple of years ago, for example. I made G drive all over San José looking for a club that was highly recommended by Frommer’s. We kept circling this sketchy looking neighborhood and finally found ourselves in front of a dilapidated brick building surrounded by barbed wire topped walls. There are a lot of those in San José, by the way. It didn’t make us feel very comfortable or even safe in the city.

The thing that really gets me, though, is the mixed reviews that every hotel I look at seems to have. For every

“It was the best stay ever!” there is always a

“The service was lousy!” and then there’s

“The bed was so comfortable it was incredible!”and under that

“My feet stuck to the carpet and the faucets in the bathroom dripped all night”

How the hell are you supposed to choose a hotel after reading that? In the end I usually pick one that has mostly good reviews. If it’s a draw then I try a different site altogether, like a foreign hotel chain, and hope for the best.

I’d love to be able to say that I’ve had nothing but wonderful experiences, but that would be a lie. I’ve picked some doozies. The last trip over we were forced to listen to pigeons cooing on the windowsill the whole night. At first it was kind of cute, but after three or so hours I was ready to shoot one of them. Nobody mentioned pigeons on Trip Advisor. And then there was the B & B a couple years ago that basically had the bathroom in the bedroom, separated by a glass wall. Now I really love my husband, but I don’t need to know what’s happening in the bathroom. And I’m not comfortable with him being able to see what I’m doing in there, either. A girl needs her privacy.

And as for my carefully written out list of restaurants? We never tried any of them the last trip over. Instead, we ate at the hotel every night, exhausted from schlepping a five- and a seven-year-old around town on very little sleep (thanks to the friggin’ birds).

Don’t shoot me.

Anyone out there have a better way to pick a hotel? I would be very grateful for any suggestions!

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