It seems as if everywhere you go in Wales, you stumble over some old castle. The natives all know that Americans go gaga over them, so we tend to tour a lot of them when we go over there. By the end of our trips, I usually feel "all castled out." But this is one I never get tired of. It's the center of a town called Caerphilly, about a 20 minute drive from my inlaws' house in Cardiff, and I think it's just about the coolest old castle I've ever seen. The weather had just cleared after raining hard all day, and I thought Gareth's picture looked like something off a postcard.