Or as the locals are wont to call it, Almabtrieb!
I am now a cable car junkie.
The swooning continues in a different region of Tirol.
Continue reading “Trekking Tirol. Piburgersee in the Ötztal”
The oldest dairy Alm in Europe. A favorite wander. And cows!
Why, yes, this is another series of posts wherein I fangirl crush on Tirol. (To be honest, if the distance was not so great we would probably live in Tirol and Tony would commute to Vienna.)
Continue reading “Trekking Tirol. The Seefeld Plateau, Arrival.”
Day 1. Feeling Hopeful.
Me. “I am calling to check on the status of this lost baggage.”
KLM. “The baggage is not lost. The Amsterdam ground team is looking for the baggage.”
Me. “If the baggage is not lost, why I am calling to check on the status?”
KLM. (Looooooong Pause.) “I am sorry.”
Our family summer holiday.
Plans for our final day did not quite go according to, well, plan. We all voted to try cross-country skiing but alas, as we discovered the day beforehand, the ski rental shop did not have skis large enough to fit the boys. Once again the remarkable resort staff offered up maps and suggestions for how best to enjoy our time; in the end, we decided to head across the border to Garmisch, Germany for a hike around the glacial lake, Eibsee that sits at the base of Zugspitze. Garmisch was but a 40-minute drive, and in good order we hit the trailhead.
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