ustria, like Switzerland, was another country that took me completely by surprise. Sure, I've seen Sound of Music and pictures of the Alps, but nothing prepares you for the perfection that these countries possess. The grass in greener, the sky is bluer and the scenery makes you want to pinch yourself to see if you are really there, really seeing this.
Our drive from Italy into Austria was, needless to say, breathtaking. As we descended into Innsbruck, I thought, "meh" - that is until we got to where we were staying at the foot of the mountains along the river. The pastel-colored line of buildings set against the backdrop of snow-capped mountains was so Disneyland-esque, it felt as if this too was just a reproduction of what people thought a picture-perfect Alpine town would look like, rather than the real thing.
We arrived at our hotel (clean, comfy beds, just wish the owner didn't smoke right in the doorway and fill the building with the smell) around dinner time and quickly decided to have some Indian food, since it was one of the well-reviewed restaurants in town and neither my mom nor I had ever eaten it (I know *gasp!*). All it took was one bite and we were hooked. Meandering through town that evening was all it took to become equally enamored with the city. It seems that every break in a city block and every corner we rounded, another view of those glorious mountains that surrounded us would present itself. They were hiding behind buildings, peeking out of the the clouds and showing up in window reflections.
As if the natural beauty wasn't enough, the architecture was nearly as stunning. At one point, my mom had stopped on the sidewalk and was taking pictures of lovely building across the street, when an obviously local woman passed by. She gave my mother a questioning look, followed her camera's aim across the street and gave a small shrug. I suppose it's easy to forget about the beauty of your surroundings when they surround you every single day. I must say though, this was one of the most beautiful, naturally and man-made, cities I've been to yet and was in awe nearly everywhere that I looked.
The following day was perhaps even more perfect than the last, with blue sky breaking from behind the whitest, fluffiest clouds that provided alternating cover for the mountaintops that came in and out of view throughout the morning. We spent a little time walking through the older pedestrian area, admiring more amazing buildings and even more mountain vistas. A rest with some gelato found us in front of a rather unassuming cathedral (note: those of you who live in Europe or traveled here extensively know what I'm talking about - once you've seen one, you've seen them all). I was content to enjoy my ice cream and soak up the sun, which had shown itself far too seldom on our holiday as it was, while the rest of them checked it out. A few minutes after they went inside, my husband came back out, shaking his head, saying "you are going in." I was not disappointed.
We enjoyed the last bit of the sunny afternoon and mountain views before we got the car and headed out. It was hard to believe that we had driven from Italy the day before, had woken up in Austria and later the same day, we would be home in Germany. While it seemed like our nine-day holiday flew by in a flash, thinking back (especially here, on the blog), it was rather amazing all that we saw in such a short time. Travel like this just isn't possible in the U.S. It's yet another reminder at how lucky we are to be able to live this life.
Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische
Some photos courtesy of Mom
ere I am, nearly a month after my last post, wondering again where the time has gone. I mean, I know where the time has gone - my mother's visit, countless dying and crafty projects, our road trip to Italy, cooking some of my favorite dishes for my mom, throwing a baby shower for a friend, visiting our first local fest of the season - but it seems as if it has all flown by so fast. Wasn't it just the other day I was still counting the days - heck, even the weeks! - till my mom's arrival..? I suppose the good side of all this is that the time until our next visit, which is sadly as-of-yet unscheduled, should pass in an equally rapid blur.
