We have finally arrived at Kasteel Well on a chilly Friday morning. The town of Well is a small one, and by small I mean the proximity of one boulevard. Approaching the castle, I felt I became that much more proper, just saying that I live in a castle. Once I crossed the bridge though, I saw the real quaintness of it. This castle is over 100 years old, and I definitely notice it. Not in an ancient state-of-dilapidation kind of way, but in a rustic-charm kind of way. The entire castle is wall-to-wall brick, which white window trimmings and glass windows of all shapes and sizes. This castle has so many nooks and crannies to it, that the gym is next to my bedroom, the tower is next to the vending machines, it almost seems like an architectural jigsaw puzzle. There are what I call 'peek-a-boo' windows, which sort of pop up in random spots on the walls from place to place. Needless to say, there are a lot of places to explore just on the castle grounds alone.
The town of Well is just your average speck of metropolitan on the vast miles of farmland surrounding it. Much like the castle, local establishments are sort of scrambled about. Houses separate one grocery store from the next, and a child's playground happens to be a backdrop from the local bar, de Buun. Only in Well.
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