European Adventures - Part 6

😊WARNING: This post contains numerous alpine photographs that may incite jealousy. Proceed with caution.😊

Yes, we took that picture. Which means, yes, we were there.
I might be saying that mostly for my benefit.

Some things are better left to be experienced on your own. Words cannot express the feelings, sensations, and impressions that certain real life situations offer. So I will tell you now, telling the story of our experience in Austria is hard!



While Tristan and I traveled to Austria with our host family in our trusty automobile "Jedi Bob," we referred to everything as "alpine." Tristan started it. At the first sighting of the Alps, we gaped in utter awe at the beautiful, craggy mountain slopes. Soon we were cruising through the peaks, and a stream of water rushing from underneath the ground was flowing past the car. Excitedly (and rather loudly) Tristan exclaimed, "It's an alpine stream!"

And everyone else's brain was obviously thinking:

alpine
/ˈalpʌɪn/
adjective
  1. relating to high mountains.
    "alpine and sub-alpine habitats"


Yeah, no. Dictionary definitions were necessary. From then on, any sighting of water was instantly referred to as "alpine."

Our alpine lodgings were impressive. And when I say impressive, I mean that I was genuinely impressed.

Our above-mentioned alpine lodgings - note the tiny waving people by Jedi Bob

The large shutter contraptions on the top floor of the house could be slid to obscure the sun on the porch area.

We have a lot of happy memories at our alpine lodgings. If you have ever played a four hour game of Monopoly, walked barefoot in a freezing creek, watched the sun pour down a mountain side in the early morning, curled up on blankets and eaten gourmet home-cooked burgers and cinnamon rolls on the outdoor patio, and listened to cow bells fill the crisp late-afternoon air as they mosey home to be milked, you know what living life is.


Here comes the sun, spilling down the side of a mountain in the Alps.



We stayed in Austria for a few days and took a day trip to the Dachau concentration camp in Germany (I'll write about that in a separate post). We kids took the opportunity to explore or relax - whatever we felt like.


Relax....

Explore...


While some crazy people (not me) enjoyed taking off shoes and wading in ice cold water, others (definitely me) preferred to act sophisticated and sketch en plein air.


Crazy people
Crazy person

Me
Aunt Amy










And did I mention that we also ate? Yeah, we ate a lot too.




Tristan also took more pictures of everything. So lots of flowers (a given), mountains, cows, and anything deemed important.












I think I speak for all of us when I say we could have stayed there for much longer than four or five days. The beauty of God's creation kept us speechless and constantly outside. On the day of our departure, we spent most of the morning outside soaking in the atmosphere, sunshine, and breeze.

And walking in alpine streams.






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