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We were in St Veit from 19 to 26 December. The best time to be there, as you can see,
because the slopes were nearly empty.

Look how wide these slopes are! Hard to do a Sonny Bono here.
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One of the other pleasures of skiing in Austria is
lunch. I would estimate that there are 24 restaurants among the
three resorts. Each has its own specialty and its own
character. One was exceptional for its goulash soup, another for its
deserts, etc. The desert was a doughnut like pastry at least 6
inches across with a blueberry filling in the middle, topped with fresh
whipped cream. It was so good that we went back by special request. Mine! |
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On the 23 of
December, we were invited to join the residents of St. Veit for their
annual Christmas presentation in this church. For over an hour
they sang and read poetry. It was very nice of them to repeat
everything in English for us. The church is over 1000 years old
and, of course, is unheated. The pews had heated covers. So
while we listened, rubbed our hands and watched our breath, our fannies
were toasty and warm. I tried lying down to put my lips on the
warm cushion, but the lady next to me whacked me with her prayer book. |
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After the service, we went into
the village square where the freezing of various parts of my body
continued. Our hosts supplied us with hot gluhwein. The
locals stayed and drank for hours in the freezing cold. Carol gave
up after one drink and I stayed until the lady with the prayer book
started looking good. |
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Every night I would
make the twenty minute run down from here and Carol would take the
gondola. I would slide to a stop at the après
ski bar and find Carol waiting for me with two glasses of gluhwein. Standing in
the snow, we would drink, listen to music and talk with friends celebrating another wonderful day on the slopes.
(The lady in red is saying, "Smart off again and it won't be Mecca
your facing!") |
| Here we are, two aging ski bunnies doddering down the
slopes of life, making memories and wishing that all our friends could
be with us. |
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