Bish Bash Bosh.

I really wanted to start with a meaningful intro: Take it as a mantra, as a healing message, as a childish refrain.

Yes, I had a bit of a children regression, back last month in Austria. The reason why I visited Salzkammergut was not properly the photography sessions I was blessed to do, but for a last-minute competition among twin towns. We had a battled weekend visiting places and lakes and people, eating meat in every way (no pun intended, maybe), not seeing vegetables for 3 days (except Pommes Frites, of course), and losing frantically in every competition against an Austrian and a German delegation. Camp of the battle: world-renewed Sportzentrum Pinsdorf.

I teamed up with my Italian former town delegation, and at the same time felt pretty German and pumped for the World Cup happening that same weekend, the pleasure of not being a tree, but a moving human (I can choose new roots). During the games we lost with no dignity, like at all. But Germany crashed France that same day, so I was pretty satisfied.

Two Highlights I’ll keep on my heart: the first one, to play darts while sipping a fresh beer that my dad bought me (very lady-like, very me)> Hey, holding a beer while throwing the dart gave me indeed balance; the second one, to try, fail and love Eisstockschießen on asphalt. It’s curling, but way germanistically cooler.

After the sweat and tears and other meat, we got to visit also a little bit – too briefly – the Traunsee area, including a mid-altitude wander in the woods. Here some story-telling in pictures for you.

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MORE PICTURES OF THE TRIP AVAILABLE HERE: www.flickr.com/photos/60353299@N08/

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