Tuesday, October 5, 2010


The morning after our adventures at Oktoberfest, Klaas, Alyssa, Leah and I decided to take a leisurely drive back through Austria to experience the alps that we had missed while driving through Saturday night.

As Germany melted into Austria, we saw numerous churches perched upon inaccessable hills and quaint little towns huddle at the bases of beatuiful and majestic mountains. Enchanted, we took off on a random exit and drove until we saw a cool bridge. After some photos on the bridge and a fun game of pooh sticks, we played with some calves on the other side of the river. Klaas and I assured the girls that they were just pet calves, but I'm pretty sure that was not the case.

Getting hungry, we set ourselves upon finding a place ot eat in a nearby town. It was Sunday and everything to be deserted, but it could also be that it was a winter resort town. We finally found what had to be the only restaurant/tavern in the town and entered with growling stomachs. The tavern had a very clean and familiar aura, with old people sipping on beers and chatting. We took a table outside in the sunshine with an amazing view of the steep mountain walls that surrounded the valley.

I was set on getting weinersnitzel, but everybody else ended up getting the same because we couldn't read anything else on the menu and didn't want to risk getting stuck with the warm white sausage in a bowl of luke-warm water. The language barrier caused a tiny bit of a problem, but after a lot of laughing and pointing, we ended up with one of the biggest dishes I've ever eaten.

After lunch, we bid farewll to Austria, but someday I want to return to that little town in the valley that I can't pronounce and spend the afternoon in that tavern again.