Perhaps we are indeed on a slippery slope with all of this hiking and wandering. Though, I have not subscribed to Bergwelten. Yet.
All this time, Europe’s largest bird-of-prey sanctuary has been just 30 minutes from my home. Today was a recon mission. I will return, real camera in hand.
We think Clayton Theodore has an addiction. To hiking.
The Liechtenstein tale is our favorite royal story. Though they were Lords, they presided over land that was under more senior Lords, and in particular, the Hapsburgs, and so did not have a seat at the Imperial table. What to do?
An alcoholic drink before midday, typically Sunday, at a heuriger, in the company of friends.
Rarely is it our preference to remain entirely in Vienna on the weekends; this weekend, though, Tony was on call at the Emergency Response Center, meaning that we could travel no further than an hour from the U.N. Saturday’s weather looked the most promising of the two days, and so a close-in hike was the vote.
This weekend finds us staying local, but not for lack of trying to find us somewhere else. (Weather, she is a cruel mistress.) We made the best of our First World Problem with a short and lovely outing on Saturday to the Hapsburg’s back up summer residence, Schloss Laxenburg.