would you like to know where i'd like to be right now?
back here.
in bavaria, germany.
hitting those lovely alpine slopes.
this february, it will have been two years since my parents and i embarked on our germany-austria trip!
and i have craved it every snowfall since....
i first discovered how much i liked ingrid here. (there were many hours spent in the car.)
and got yet another different taste of the european culture that i have become incandescently in love with.
i tried my first batch of schnitzel drizzled with lemon juice in germany,
and visited a cow farm where we were generously given a fresh carton of milk!
i remember walking the hallowed grounds of dachau concentration camp against the snow and through the fog. i was speechless and humbled by everything i saw. what an experience.
we slept like kings on white bed linens made of ostrich feathers--just because that's the european way to do it!
i thought the wrought iron signs that lined each street of austria were the best things in the world. because they were.
we went to see mozart and his first pianos, and meandered through mittenwald in search of the world's first violin.
...among other things.
it was a beautiful little trip.
and i would give anything to be back there tonight.
someday again, right?
back here.
in bavaria, germany.
hitting those lovely alpine slopes.
this february, it will have been two years since my parents and i embarked on our germany-austria trip!
and i have craved it every snowfall since....
i first discovered how much i liked ingrid here. (there were many hours spent in the car.)
and got yet another different taste of the european culture that i have become incandescently in love with.
i tried my first batch of schnitzel drizzled with lemon juice in germany,
and visited a cow farm where we were generously given a fresh carton of milk!
i remember walking the hallowed grounds of dachau concentration camp against the snow and through the fog. i was speechless and humbled by everything i saw. what an experience.
we slept like kings on white bed linens made of ostrich feathers--just because that's the european way to do it!
i thought the wrought iron signs that lined each street of austria were the best things in the world. because they were.
we went to see mozart and his first pianos, and meandered through mittenwald in search of the world's first violin.
...among other things.
it was a beautiful little trip.
and i would give anything to be back there tonight.
someday again, right?
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