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Empty slope

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. 

 

Wide Slopes

 

 

Look how wide these slopes are!  Hard to do a Sonny Bono here.

 

 

 

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!

 

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.

 

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.

 

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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