On the day before we departed for Minsk we elected to remain close to home because, well, procrastination meant that we had not even opened a suitcase, much less put anything into it, so we perhaps could not idle away the entire day.
At least there was Schnitzel.
And gets to walk in mud, slosh through puddles, and eat the last remnants of snow on the Mostalpen.
Plot Twist. There was no Schnitzel!