Rain
Rain
The incessant rain has led us to several fantasies:
We could change our plane ticket and head south to the Riviera.
We could hope for a change in the weather and finally do the hike we have been talking about for three days.
We could go to Innsbruck tomorrow and see the city.
We could get in the car and take two days to drive to Frankfurt and get there on Wednesday when we said we would visit Mark’s cousins.
Today we drove in the rain around the block to the cuckoo clock store and successfully purchased a cuckoo clock made in the Black Forest. Then we went to the boot store, and I finally found a pair of hiking boots which it appears we will have no use for on this trip, but which I have needed for a few years. My last pair bought when Brian was 15 has totally disintegrated. We also dropped into the bank to get some cash and went to the train station for our US newspapers (where they also sell papers from all over the world).
We ate the lunches which we made at breakfast in our room and read our papers, snoozing a little in between articles, worn out by the rain. At 2:20 we headed out to Mittenwald, the birthplace of the violin, located about 20 km from here. It is a charming place, so we parked at the train station and walked into the Zentrum (center). On our way, we saw the Effaler liqueurs which the monks at the monastery make and decided to get some as souvenirs. The woman waiting on us spoke a mixture of German and English and laughed at Mark as he kept adding purchases one after another.
We went on to one of the wood carving stores, dropping my eyeglasses off at the optometrist to be fixed: twice now the lense has dropped out. After our shopping, we picked them up and paid $4 euros for their service. In town, we visited the violin store and observed a young man working on one in his shop. Every size violin and guitar hung there, and I thought of Clare, Terry’s daughter, and my Uncle Tom. Afterwards we headed straight for a patisserie for hot tea and cocoa with which Mark ate a piece of linzertorte purchased at another bakery.
We will keep you posted on the decision we make.
The incessant rain has led us to several fantasies:
We could change our plane ticket and head south to the Riviera.
We could hope for a change in the weather and finally do the hike we have been talking about for three days.
We could go to Innsbruck tomorrow and see the city.
We could get in the car and take two days to drive to Frankfurt and get there on Wednesday when we said we would visit Mark’s cousins.
Today we drove in the rain around the block to the cuckoo clock store and successfully purchased a cuckoo clock made in the Black Forest. Then we went to the boot store, and I finally found a pair of hiking boots which it appears we will have no use for on this trip, but which I have needed for a few years. My last pair bought when Brian was 15 has totally disintegrated. We also dropped into the bank to get some cash and went to the train station for our US newspapers (where they also sell papers from all over the world).
We ate the lunches which we made at breakfast in our room and read our papers, snoozing a little in between articles, worn out by the rain. At 2:20 we headed out to Mittenwald, the birthplace of the violin, located about 20 km from here. It is a charming place, so we parked at the train station and walked into the Zentrum (center). On our way, we saw the Effaler liqueurs which the monks at the monastery make and decided to get some as souvenirs. The woman waiting on us spoke a mixture of German and English and laughed at Mark as he kept adding purchases one after another.
We went on to one of the wood carving stores, dropping my eyeglasses off at the optometrist to be fixed: twice now the lense has dropped out. After our shopping, we picked them up and paid $4 euros for their service. In town, we visited the violin store and observed a young man working on one in his shop. Every size violin and guitar hung there, and I thought of Clare, Terry’s daughter, and my Uncle Tom. Afterwards we headed straight for a patisserie for hot tea and cocoa with which Mark ate a piece of linzertorte purchased at another bakery.
We will keep you posted on the decision we make.
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