We farewelled our friendly Casa Preti family and wound northwards through the mountains to our welcoming Austrian family (at least India would like it to be, as we were headed to her favourite hotel in the whole world).
And like last time we passed through these mountains, though in a different place, we stopped for cherries.
The biggest,
fattest cherries,
ever.
I should just own up now – I am great at so many things, but I can't spit for shit – so we had lots of laughs as I failed time and time again to spit the cherry pips in any way that didn't look or sound ridiculous.
We stopped at a freezing cold river to collect a few stones
and then found the restaurant that I think served the best tuna sandwich I have ever had.
Only to find that the chef had changed in the last four years and the sandwich was no longer on the menu.
"Snow my god" was the catch-cry as we climbed higher in search of snow. Not as much around as we had seen last time when we stopped for a photo opportunity that turned into a wardrobe malfunction for me, but still exciting when we saw it – we were there in summer, after all.
With that many photographers in the car, through our whole Euro car trip scenic stops happened regularly.
At this stop we saw a few marmots, too. They are so cute, but they don't hang around long!
These are not pictures of marmots….
India was told she would get an ice-cream if she could move this hay-bale
She called in the twin-power reinforcements
and kinda succeeded.
Made me smile.
Leave a reply