Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Hallstatt
This is beautiful Hallstatt. We spent last weekend here and it was gorgeous. The water is a chilly 13 degrees Farenheit. We ate at a cute little restaurant on the lakeside. Saturday we toured the salt mines and oh did we have fun. The group of us wore matching oversized baboon scrubs to slide down the two sides inside. So much fun! They even gave out the cutest little cans of salt at the end. Krystle and I thought we were pretty rugged in our matching chacos and salt suits. The bone house was incredible, too. Skulls stacked and stacked.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
No dogs live here...
I was talking with Frau the other day and somehow our conversation got around to pets and I told her that I have a black poodle named Harley. She said, "Ich habe keinen Hund. Ich habe nur Studentin." (I do not have a dog. I only have students.)
Woof! Woof!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy Fourth of July!
Ride on the Donau
Donau Wednesday
Zentral Friedhof
Natural History Museum
Journal Parties
Miscellaneous Vienna
The Leopold Art Museum was on the list to see for the summer. I really liked the top two floors--especially when there were photos of old Vienna. I wasn't that impressed by the bottom two floors. The art was definitely not my style.
Kate is gone :(
Hundertwasser Haus
Kunsthistoriches
Back in Vienna
Day eight: Gimmelwald
On Father's Day we took a long hike....let's just say it was too long and the cow-poo sign was definitely foreshadowing what was to come and we did NOT catch on to that until it was too late.
The Swiss Alps are beautiful and we were right in the middle of snow-capped peaks, waterfalls, and glaciers. Breathtaking country.
Long story short: Jess and I got sick of being lost in the Alps and turned around the way we had come because we were freezing. We found refuge in this cheese-making house where we got warm. I had to leave my camera as collateral for the warm boots and coats they gave us (don't worry...I got it back that night) and the bottom two pictures are courtesy of our cheese house friends. Oh, did I mention that the Swiss do not speak English. They don't even speak German, just some Swiss dialect. That made our situation all the more embarrassing and humiliating as they laughed and made fun of us in a language we couldn't understand.
Day seven: Lauterbrunnen
"Hello. My name's Peter. We've all got matchin' flips!"
That afternoon we took a cable car into Gimmelwald higher up the mountain. Cable car is the only way to get up there and there are no cars up there! We met the cheese and egg lady who was more than happy to have so many customers from the Mountain Hostel. We actually bought her out! When Jess and I bought eggs and cheese for the next morning she had to go out into the chicken house and get fresh eggs!
1 egg = .40 Swiss francs
Eating fresh food from a real egg lady who stores cheese in her 200 year old cabin = priceless
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