I wish I could put a picture of the dream I had last night on our blog because it was bizarre. I've been sleeping pretty poorly lately, waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning and tossing and turning until five or later. Then sleeping again.
This morning, between waking and sleeping, Jim and I both dreamed that our baby is a girl. In Jim's dream, the baby was a normal, happy, baby girl. In my dream, I gave birth to a balloon-like floating head with a full head of hair, cartoon face and perma-grin. She was a happy floating head and I lead her around on a string.
Not surprisingly, I woke up sweating profusely.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Bechtesgarten, Germany
On our final day in Salzburg, we decided to ditch the city for the mountains and crossed the border into Germany. We drove to Bechtesgarten and hopped on a boat to an island I can't remember the name of now. Jim was thrilled to be photographed on the boat:
The scenery was spectacular: blue, blue water, mountains all around. Unfortunately, we were the only non-German speaking tourists on the boat, so we didn't catch any of what the tour guide was telling us. We did, though, pay our tip after he played trumpet to demonstrate the echo effect at a certain point in the boat ride.
The boat was moving pretty slowly, so we had plenty of time to read our English brochure, which informed us that all of the boats were battery operated to help reduce noise and help the environment. We also read that this chapel was built in 1100 or something like that (I lost my notes, so I'm not positive):
When we finally got off the boat, we headed out on an 'easy' walk. But first, pictures next to the quaint German buildings!
The walk WAS easy at first.
We had lunch near a small waterfall.
What did we have? Ham and cheese sandwich, of course! Pork has got to be a huge money making product in that part of the world because it is available in abundance and in every form imaginable (although I didn't see any pickled pigs feet like we have at home).
After the picnic, the trail went up and up and up very steeply. I felt like I was going to die, so we quit and went back down. Jim was envious of everyone's walking sticks, so he found one of his own.
Had we made it through the walk, we would have ended up at a beautiful lake. Unfortunately, I just couldn't do it. Fortunately, there was another lake to visit (the one we boated across) and the highlight of the whole day was sticking our feet in this ice cold lake and feeding some incredibly cute adolescent ducklings.
I almost had them doing tricks by the end of it:
More scenic views.
I was worn out.It was time to go back home.
The scenery was spectacular: blue, blue water, mountains all around. Unfortunately, we were the only non-German speaking tourists on the boat, so we didn't catch any of what the tour guide was telling us. We did, though, pay our tip after he played trumpet to demonstrate the echo effect at a certain point in the boat ride.
The boat was moving pretty slowly, so we had plenty of time to read our English brochure, which informed us that all of the boats were battery operated to help reduce noise and help the environment. We also read that this chapel was built in 1100 or something like that (I lost my notes, so I'm not positive):
When we finally got off the boat, we headed out on an 'easy' walk. But first, pictures next to the quaint German buildings!
The walk WAS easy at first.
We had lunch near a small waterfall.
What did we have? Ham and cheese sandwich, of course! Pork has got to be a huge money making product in that part of the world because it is available in abundance and in every form imaginable (although I didn't see any pickled pigs feet like we have at home).
After the picnic, the trail went up and up and up very steeply. I felt like I was going to die, so we quit and went back down. Jim was envious of everyone's walking sticks, so he found one of his own.
Had we made it through the walk, we would have ended up at a beautiful lake. Unfortunately, I just couldn't do it. Fortunately, there was another lake to visit (the one we boated across) and the highlight of the whole day was sticking our feet in this ice cold lake and feeding some incredibly cute adolescent ducklings.
I almost had them doing tricks by the end of it:
More scenic views.
I was worn out.It was time to go back home.
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