Hey, have you ever come across a place where the walls still seem to whisper their own stories, like a forgotten castle that’s stuck in time? I’ve mapped out a hidden keep up in the hills that feels like the perfect mix of your wanderlust and my love for medieval lore. What do you think?

Sounds like a grand adventure! How about we set off on a Saturday morning, after the sun’s just started to warm the cobbles? We’ll bring a sturdy pack, a camera, and, of course, a trusty map I’ve sketched from the old parchment. I'll leave the tea and pastries at home—no distractions, just the stone and our curiosity. Shall we meet at the village square at nine?