Situated in a land of castles this classic one has a drawbridge out of a fairytale. Entering the medieval structure with its thick stone walls that seem to chill the air, you can imagine how royalty lived ages ago. Building began on this castle in the 14th century and it was of great strategic importance. The castle was rebuilt after WWII. It is now a popular local tourist destination close to the much lauded capital city of this country well off the tourist track. Have a boatman take you out on the lake, but barter in the local language since not much English is spoken here with the older generation. Located between two historic superpowers and occupied by both at various times this country is in a region that finally achieved independence recently. Since then their economy has gone through rapid growth and its own real estate bubble and stabilization. This country's…

Follow these clues to enter our contest, win your next vacation!This circular road which features castles, beaches, villages, churches, and waterfalls, is one of the main tourist destinations in this country. It’s popular with tour groups who climb into big buses which are only allowed to travel in one direction; for if they were to meet another bus along the skinny road they wouldn’t be able to pass. Despite the narrow lane it is considered a must-see destination.This vista is at its outer edge where the ocean stretches unhindered to another continent. There are also many quieter sheltered coves where one could swim in the chilly water or take a long walk along the beach. Many poets have found inspiration in the lush landscape, rugged rocks, and powerful ocean.This country is an island nation known for lots of green – it helps that it rains almost every day. It has…

Where I am may seem obvious, but be careful. I am part of a small area estranged from its original country, inside a country that is itself extremely small. My country borders only one other, and is on the sea. Visit my country if you want a taste of the first world in a part of the world surrounded by less wealthy nations. Visit my country if you want to experience one of the most multi-cultural cities in the world, eat great food, see one of the cleanest cities the world over, and experience a nation that may just be more advanced and modern than your own. Where am I?

I am standing on a natural rock formation on the southeastern coast of this island state.  This rare geological feature, caused by natural erosion formed in flat-lying sedimentary rock, gives the appearance that the rock has been cut into rectangular tiles with raised edges. There are several other interestingly named geological attractions to see on this narrow isthmus of land, but the area also holds a lot of history. Back in this island’s penal colony days, this stretch of land formed a natural gateway to the peninsula that was used to house convicts. Dogs were chained to posts along the neck to keep prisoners from escaping, although many tried. Legend has it that one ambitious convict attempted to hop down the isthmus in a kangaroo skin, but gave himself up when two guards tried to shoot him for their dinner. Do you know where I am?

I’ve taken the funicular to a hilltop overlooking this picturesque colonial city; capital of a central state that bears the same name. With its winding maze of cobblestone streets and narrow alleys, traveling by foot is by far the most convenient method of transportation here. Every autumn this city is host to an international arts festival honoring a famous Spanish novelist. The festival features recitals, concerts, plays and exhibits from both international and local artists. At night visitors can follow groups of performing university students, known as estudiantinas or callejoneadas, on a walking tour of the city’s most famous sites. The students tell jokes and stories in between songs, keeping the crowd entertained well into the night. One of the most memorable stops on the walk is a pathway so narrow that two people can lean from balconies on either side to exchange a kiss. Legend has it that two…

The waterfalls I am standing at are the focal point of a 1,800 acre historical nature park. This park is known for offering visitors a first-hand experience of the ancient lifestyle and traditions of this tropical paradise.

I am located in the western part of my county’s capital; nestled in a cosmopolitan district with a reputation for being contemporary and fashionable. I’m also known for the large number of oversized Victorian townhouses and the private gardens that accompany them (only residents are given keys).

I’m in one of those weird dreams that you won’t be able to help obsessing about the following day. Surreal characters of all shapes and sizes are frozen in time, but I am moving. What ever could it mean? And, how will I avoid completely over-analyzing my subconscious thoughts? Finally, I realize that I - like many others - have been entirely swept away by one of America’s most fantastical treasures.

For all of my aesthetic beauty, my technology was “green” long before the term was coined. Driven by the flowing river in days past, my job was to scoop up water in small receptacles attached to each of the many spokes of my giant wheel and empty the contents into an advanced aqueduct system. I still turn today in this ancient city, although not as much as I did when the land I irrigate was still in agricultural use. When I rotate, my wheel creaks and squeaks – it is often referred to as “singing”.

I am standing in the midst of a vast national park surrounded by wildlife and open terrain. Commanding the attention of anyone within miles, this colossal mass erupts from the surrounding foothills. 56 million years of crystallization led to the evolution of the majestic snow-capped mountain before me. Withstanding extremely harsh weather, the mountain endures high winds, frequent snowfall, and temperatures as low as -75 degrees Fahrenheit with wind chills of -118 degrees Fahrenheit.

I am standing at the southwestern tip of a country located on an archipelago in the Pacific Ocean. I am in the city that lies perilously close to this monstrous volcano, which showers the local inhabitants with a light ash almost every afternoon.

I am touring one of the most striking geological phenomena in the southwest of a large, powerful country. As we approach from the highway the typical high desert terrain of the nearby area gives way to bright brick-red cliffs and peaks. This unique geography was created over millions of years by the awesome power of both water and earthquakes. The thrust fault (fracture in the earth's crust) created enough force to drive one crustal plate over the top of another. This results in the oldest rocks on the bottom of the upper plate resting directly above the youngest rocks of the lower plate.

I am standing on one of the largest Caribbean islands off the coast of Miami, known for its laid back lifestyle. The town I am in was ‘discovered’ in the 1970’s, yet it is still considered an up-and-coming popular tourist destination. In the late 1960’s, the only accommodation in this town was one house called Llandtrissant. There was nothing more than a lighthouse to guide ships around the rocky western coast and the population was mostly land crabs.

This meeting house was built in 1940 to commemorate the centenary signing of a treaty that is the generally considered the founding document of the country it is in. Located in the South Pacific, 85% this island nation’s 4 million residents are of European descent, and 15% are descended from the native tribes.

This boulder – which looks like it’s about to topple at any minute – has probably been here longer than the ancient civilization that resides on this coastline. This is a land of temples, the sea and sun. One of its temples, located right on the shore, was the first in the area to be built of stone, and it even could allow the sea in to become a water shrine. Now there is a breaker wall built up to help preserve the structure from erosion.

I am standing on large dunes overlooking a lagoon and a small traditional fishing village. This area is a National Park and the town has recently become a tourist beach haven. Hundreds of stairs lead to the top of these huge shifting sand dunes and stunning views.

I am standing at a medieval castle in the main city of a long isolated island off of a small seaside country. The castle is an imposing square building built of dolomite blocks. To get here I had to pronounce the island’s long name (heavy on the vowels) satisfactorily to the ticket purveyor.

I am surrounded by stone. Stone houses, stone ovens, stones piled into fences to line the edge of olive groves. The people of this region chose to build their stone homes round, with cone shaped roofs, looking something like beehives. The houses have tiny windows and are naturally warm in winter and cool in summer.