Maria Brettfall, a pilgrimage church above the village of Strass im Zillertal,Tirol.… continued…
The old girl was gimpy, you could see it in her walk. When the farmer let her out of the barn, she deferred to the grassy places along the outbuildings, avoiding the gravel drive and maybe stopping for a mouthful of grass along the way. Her two little ones were springy like puppies, black and white they were, curious, but not exactly friendly. The old girl, though, once, when I sat on the bench near her private paddock and played the ukulele, she walked right up to the electric fence wired and mooed at me, full on.… continued…
My friend Ciaran put himself through all kinds of crappy travel so he could hang out with me in central Austria for about 36 hours. He sent me this email about the train portion of his return trip and I liked it so much I asked him if I could share it with you. He generously said yes.
The 2am train from Schwarzach-St Veit to Salzburg was full. I walked up and down the carriages looking for a spot to perch.… continued…
The cookie was a Linzer Auge. I was eating it with a tiny pastry fork at the Linzer Bakery on the main plaza in Schaerding. A Linzer Auge is a sandwich cookie, two crenellated pieces of shortbread filled with red current jam. This was quite a good one, the shortbread was buttery and crumbly, the jam just a little bit tart. I also had a cappuccino to wash it down, with no whipped cream, thank you.… continued…
