When even something written in your native tongue makes no sense.
A palate cleanser between Chopstick Diaries installments. This last week was the spring holiday for AIS but for obvious reasons (see Singapore, Seoul, Japan; and two more planned trips within the next month) we stay-cated, though we did not deprive ourselves of day outings.
And gets to walk in mud, slosh through puddles, and eat the last remnants of snow on the Mostalpen.
It is well known; at least well known amongst our friends, that Tony and I neither ski nor waltz, two requirements of Austrian living for which our delinquency should have resulted in our residency cards long being confiscated. But we have become quite fond of weekend wandering, another important pillar of life in an alpine country and perhaps our saving grace.
Because it is February, after all.
Plot Twist. There was no Schnitzel!