Wandering through a book
As little one and I had joined my parents in Austria, for a bit more than a week this August, we lived through many different adventures. Today it is time to share another episode with you.
On my birthday, after unwrapping presents and saying good morning to the happy pigs, we (my mother, my daughter, and my sister who joined us the day before) got into the car to join my dad in Floiten. He was courageous and had cycled there to join us on a hike, only to cycle back afterwards.
Floitental is a little valley located in the Zillertal near Mayerhofen. Its scenery is marked by rough weather and impressive natural beauty. Everywhere there were my eyes fell on rocks, rough rocks and nicely rounded ones. Both types had in the past come down the mountains during winters riddled with ice and snow. Now in the summer, and with clouds embracing the mountain tops, there was no ice to be seen. There probably was some ice somewhere, after all a few days prior, I had been able to lay my eyes on a thin glacier belt up high in the distant mountains. Continue reading “Wandering through a book”