We found ourselves “Lost” in Translation on Saturday.
Ssshhh. Don’t tell Clayton Theodore that we went hiking without him…
31C in the valley. 21C, 2075m atop Lower Austria’s highest mountain. Guess where we opted to be on an otherwise hot and smarmy Sunday?
(In the event you are curious, the mountain grass does have a faintly sweet aroma.)
“Forest Bathing” has been trending for some time now, and for good reason.
The heatwave affecting Europe has more than worn out its welcome, at least for us. On one particularly miserable day last week the forecast 39°C found us seeking refuge in our local mountains, 1715m above Austria and where the daytime high reached just 22°C.
A “gorge”ous outing a couple of weekends ago, into the Vienna Woods. The temperatures were unseasonably warm (30°C) in Vienna so we escaped to wander one of the nearby cool and shady gorges, Johannisbachklamm.
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.