After taking a lovely, three-hour drive up the coast, we made it to Hearst Castle. And I have to admit, all the reviews had been right. The view was incredible. But before we could walk the grounds, our tour guide took us inside for the upstairs tour of the castle’s bedrooms, library, and study.
About ten minutes into it, I was bored out of my mind. Sure, it was fun hearing that Cary Grant and the Marx Brothers had once stayed at the castle, but the bedrooms themselves were boring. They were small, ornate, and more importantly, small. And don’t get me started on the library. I thought it would be grand -- like the library in Beauty and the Beast, but even that room left much to be desired.
35 minutes later, the tour ended and Jeremy and I were led back outside. As we checked out the rest of the grounds -- the two pools, the tennis court, and the gardens -- Jeremy could sense something was on my mind. After a lot of pushing, I finally told him the truth.
Hearst Castle sucked.
Yes, the grounds were gorgeous, but the castle itself was kind of “meh.” And at that moment, Jeremy looked me right in the eyes and said, “I feel the same way. I was more excited to see those random zebras than the inside of the castle.”
And for some reason, I felt better knowing that we both thought Hearst Castle was overrated. Because even though our getaway was a disappointment, the fact that we could be disappointed together -- and laugh about it -- made the trip worth it in the end.