Oh...The Power and Price of Strudel

 Another lazy 12:30 wake up. Detailed my bathroom and collected fresh sheets and towels for the week from the jolly laundry lady. The only plan for today: Strudel at Café Meyer. Maya and I spent the day walking the trails taking pictures posing in silly photo shoots and enjoying the sunny forest scenery. She hasn’t seen the trails yet so I took her to all my favorite spots and we found a few more spot s to explore... And some not to try ever again. One spot especially was so sunny and inviting we decided to brave the prickly little bushes. No problem, we can do it… Of course. It is just branches and tall grass and pine tree babies… Then the squelching… then the foot several inches deep in marshy ground my toes surrounded by cold muddy water… ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!! No sun is worth the squelch. .. At least I was wearing sandals, poor Maya had on sneakers. We vacated the area immediately squeaked and squished our way back to the hotel. Dinner and showers... we were ready for some strudel and coffee.

Light jackets and a couple Euros we huffed our way up the hill and past the cows and up to Café Meyer…

 Only to find it closed till Saturday.

Boo

So what to two American girls decide to do at 7 pm when they are craving apple strudel? Walk to Sonthofen. The sun was setting the lighting lovely and the walk energizing. Forty-five spur-of-the-moment minutes later we were walking toward the restaurant ready to devour some dessert. The kaffee macchiato and apfel strudel mit sahne (strudel with whipped cream) arrived and was gone in no time. We were satisfied and happy. And I found my new favorite spoon. bent at the perfect spot to stand on my glass... I've never met a sppon as intriguing as this before and will try ti find a pack to bring back home !

The one goal of the day met and the rest of the evening to relax and go to the lobby. It wasn’t as good as Café Meyer, but it certainly hit the strudel spot! But it was gone… And so were our Euros… and it was dark… and there was The Hill of steepness… yeah… spur of the moment decisions doesn’t really take darkness or The Hill of steepness into consideration.

No more Euros and the weak light from my little Nokia phone could only do so much. It certainly wasn’t the brightest moment of my life (pun intended). We climbed up the hill when we saw cars come down the hill and used our other senses to keep ourselves on the road and not on anything squishy. We couldn’t see the crap beneath our feet nor the steepness of The Hill… It was only felt, the stars too far to help, creepy branches to ignite imaginations... the complete and utter darkness… well… all of that helped us walk just a little bit faster than usual. The calves are getting better and my lungs not burning as much. Improvements are good…. And after tonight a little wisdom gain about the repercussions of going to great lengths for a slice of strudel.. Next time I’ll stick to the coffee and cookies in my room.

Tomorrow… back to work. I have two more days in Saucier. I aim to make these last two the best two. Tonight I will give my knives a little boost with the ‘ole steel and my body an early tuck in for the night hopefully to result in a proper sleep. Tomorrow I start at 12:45… Sunday 8 Am. I can do it :) 7 weeks and 6 days to go.

Time is flying… slowly