We left the land of fairy tale castles.
And decided to cross the Austrian Alps.
I fell in love with the notion that every single village was built around not a school, or government building, or civic center ... but a church.
Every. Single. Village.
And each village had a ski lift for recreational skiing. Lift ticket? They didn't know what I was talking about. You just ski. That's all.
We had a good chuckle at German over engineering. They can build a wood pile. My boy needs a good German lesson in wood piling. Why, the biggest picture in the below collage was just a random wood pile built precisely in the middle of the national forest. You know. All neat and tidy ... just in case someone should need some neatly stacked wood.
I couldn't get enough of the variance of wood trims and painted stucco on every building. It's a beautiful craft for sure.
And I am so building window boxes on the front of my house in the spring.
This is where I started to sing "Climb Every Mountain".
And "Doe a Deer" .. and yes, the water running in the streams of the Alps is really turquoise blue. I have got to research why because it was stunning.
This picture ... straight out of my camera ... is where I told Newel he could put me out to live.
He said if I didn't stop singing, "You are Sixteen going on Seventeen", he just might.
But that's okay, because if you hike down the other side of the Alps you can still find a little piece of home .. only better .. because they serve drinks in real glasses. Which oddly means there must be a dishwasher in there somewhere?
But don't expect any chicken nuggets because all they have is "shrimps".
And so it goes.