The hills are alive
Today is Palm Sunday. I was going to watch the procession with a friend, but she had a skiing accident yesterday and begged off. (She’s fine, just sore.) J. offered to take me but I was having a slow morning and opted to skip it. I did find a bit of footage from the 1920s …
“What’s your occupation?” Such a loaded question for a slacker like me.
We got up early this morning and drove up to Oeblarn to attend Sheep Farmer Days – Schafbauerntag. I wanted to look at sheep, find out what makes a prize winner, and see some folks in lederhosen. Did I get my wish? Boy howdy. Pictures are here. Baaaaa.
I am a lousy road warrior, though I believe I am improving. I am proud to say I successfully navigated my way to and from the Salzburg main railway station twice. I did one of those trips alone in the car at night through a part of the city I’d never been to before. Another …
To the US snowshoe team, we’re like groupies, only with slightly more authority. Also, we tend to sleep in our own hotel rooms. Still, we follow them around, cheering, waving cameras at them, clustering around them at finish lines and in restaurants…okay, we’re really more like the media, which is what I am, anyway, and …
Last night’s bus load of students was American. I heard them chattering in the halls again, though they weren’t nearly as noisy as the Italians and they were all girls. This morning they stumbled in to breakfast bleary eyed and bed-headed – as did I, though not as bleary eyed as yesterday. Staying in hotels …