Bran, 31 August

We went to the castle and headed up the long flight of stairs. We couldn't even get in the place before A. encountered someone she knew. They had a lot of catching up to do as I sat amazed by the lively chatter of old friends. We never did make it into the castle. Maybe this is just as well because it is much different now. I sat quietly while the two friends carried on in a language I didn't understand. They could have been two birds singing to each other in the forest. It was pleasant to listen to but had little meaning to me, though once in a while I caught a word that I've heard before.