I looked at the castle infront of me.

All right, so maybe it did look scary. Well, I had gone all this way, I wouldn't look back. Well, not figuratively. Because litterally, I did look back. I looked back at the man in the small white unpainted boat, the one that had brought me to this island. The old man looked back at me, he had given me his warning, yet I hand't taken it, why? Well, because when there is something in my head, I usually close my head to other things. And yes, it has gotten me in trouble sometimes, but, being as stubborn as I am, I of course didn't listen to the old man. As I looked at the old man, I replayed the scene in the boat, the dialogue between the old man and me.

- Ya going to tha' castle ey? Not a goo' thing 'ittle lady, not a goo' thing. -

- Why? I mean, everyone comes up here right? All the time. I'm not the only one, I mean... -

- Who told ya that 'ittle lady? No one comes up here, nobody. -

- Well, it's just, I mean, I...-

- Well, you were mis-informed 'ittle lady. - said the man stubbornly. I was, of course, getting annoyed, because like I told you before, my stubborness was way beyond anything. I had looked at the picture of that castle for hours, the one I had printed from my computer, I had just happened to have googled castles on just another rainy sunday afternoon, and after looking at common castles I saw it. It was old. It was antique. It was mysterious looking. It had an air of rennosaunce in it. It was AWESOME. I tried and looked for it's name, and yet, I hadn't found it, it seemed to have come out of a painters imagination. Was imagination that wonderful? And my answeres contradicted eachohter. Because of course, imagination was wonderful but, that castle couldn't not be imaginative. And I was willing to prove it.

So of course after a lot of research, I found it. I found were it was. And to my pleaseant surprise, it was just like the other picture. It was a place it could only have imagined in my dreams. I think I even cried when I found it, and mom came in only to find me holding the papers of the research, I think I might have heard a murmured "geeze" after she closed the door behind her rolling eyes. I didn't stop talking about it for weeks. Did I say weeks? Well no, it was longer. And I think that was the reason my dad decided to buy the tickets to Europe, so I would see the castle and shut the heck up. And I couldn't ne happier that my excess of talking and happiness had gotten me to Europe. Do I sound happy? Well, yes, I was. And so here I was, looking at the man who was trying to kill my happiness. I had pursued that happiness such a long time, some superstitious old man wasn't going to end it. No way. So I listened to the many stories as I got to the island. Or did I? Ja. No, of course I didn't. If a certain friend of mine had seen me in such stage, he would've clapped infront of my face. And maybe I would've tossed him off the boat because I just couldn't believe it, and I didn't want any dream fading away. Which is just what happened when I heard that strange accentuated voice coming from the other end of the rowing boat.

- Dispi'e my warnin' 'ittle lady, ya steppin' of' the boat? -

I looked at the old man, so maybe he just wanted to help me, but did he ever get tired of it?

- Ar' ya' sure? -

I guess that might be a no.

- Really sir, I appriciate it, but I'll be fine. Thanks. - and I gave him a small smile.

I could see he was concerned, but his age told me he had lived in a world of Loch Ness superstitions and such, his grandfather probably scared him with Dracula and stuff, there isn't many mexican things of the sort, not so strong at least. I mean, you don't get old still believing in the boogieman, or the goat-sucker.

He helped my off the boat, and I got my jeans a bit wet because of the sand. He looked worried. Gosh. How bad could the story about the castle be? Well, grandpa had left his kid with a transtornation, that was for sure. I laughed a little, and he looked at me for the last time.

- Take care 'ittle lady. 'On't say I di'n't warn ya'. -

Geeze, he was getting all creepie with the story.

- All right sir, thank you, have a wonderful day. - and I gave him one last smile.

It was cold and cloudy, I was at the shore of the island, and I decided to take a walk along the beach. My perfect day. I felt the brezee, summer wasn't as wonderful in Hermosillo, the only hopes of it getting as cool, was turning on the a.c., and it didn't even come as close to this feeling. Something made me open my eyes. It was a noise, darn it, noises always ruin moments like these. I stopped and looked at the castle.

- Come on. - I said confidently to myself. I took out the picture from my bag, and then looked at the castle.

I took a step towards it, and started my own adventure, that would hopely, become a grandparent's story.