Östereich

Well this whole blog every week for a year is ruined. It’s not ending, I just missed last week. I am surprised I made it till christmas, 4 months. I was in Austria last week, and I believe that is a good excuse for not having a blog last week. Austria is a place everyone needs to visit once in their life. Something about the Alps and the Austrian’s form of German that make it a special place. We were in Zillertal, Austria, a place I would like to go back to. Our vacation house was in Stumm (Hochzillertal), the middle of the valley. Stumm is a nice small village, but Wessum is better.

Frau, I know now why you love Herr Schmidt’s accent so much. When austrian people speak Hoch-Deutsch (Normal German), their german sounds like how you would expect a stereotypical German to talk. 

Last week was a ski vacation with my host family, and my host dad’s brother’s family. Eleven people in a basement apartment of a vacation house is enough for me. The lady who owned the house was pretty funny. On the fourth day there, the power went out. She comes down stair with her hair in curlers mid coloring with her hairstylist to bring us candles. That turned into drinking shots with them. I am pretty sure everyday, at some point, we talked with her. She reminded me of my neighbor Joan because we always ended up talking for an hour or so. 

I skied once in 2009 for one day. The red slope was enough to convince me I needed ski school. Blue Slopes in the Alps are what a red would be in the midwest. The first day, Sunday, Daniel and Petra were awesome and helped me with my skiing.

My Ski school class was good. I was 8 years older than the rest of the kids and played babysitter for the week. By the end of the first day, I had the hang of skiing so my teacher made me stay in the back of the group and help the kids when they fell, because he was in the front leading us. I am proud to say I went down one of the toughest black slopes twice and didn’t fall once.

I love skiing and was so excited for Friday because on Friday we were going to ski down the entire mountain. Thursday afternoon when I was taking a final round with the family, I noticed that every other lift was being taking down. Friday was suppose to be a bad blizzard. There was a blizzard Wednesday and Thursday on the top of the mountain, so why would Friday be different. Well on Friday, every run was closed. The gondolas wouldn’t even take you up to the top of the mountain. We ended up making a ramp in the back yard and jumping off that.