Travel adventures
I was very much an “auslander” when I lived in Austria. An outlander. I have fine in-laws who are kind and generous, but I did not have friends here, and I spent huge amounts of time alone. During that time, I covered sections of the Enns Valley on foot, repeatedly. Outlander is a funny word …
“We would have sent you home,” said Teresa, our hostess. “It was freezing up there, there was new snow. You made the right choice to stay in bed.” It was a painful choice, though, one wrapped in self pity and despair. I had a window of relief from whatever flu I’ve picked up, just enough …
This is not, I can assure you, how I’d intended to reacquaint myself with Austria. I did not want to take breakfast in my room, I did not want to hand over my credit card to pay for a pile of medication, I did not want to miss the field trip to the high meadows. …