Now That’s What I Call Health Food

I don’t even know where to begin, so instead I will start at the end, as I walked out of the restaurant, Weibel’s Wirsthaus, thinking, “I will never eat this well in Vienna again.” This was after the old plum Schnäpse that the server had offered me, “Can I bring you some Schnäpse, you know, […]

Last Train Ride

I’m on the train to Wien right now, and should be there in about an hour. I’m leaving one important thing behind in Innsbruck, a lens cap. It slipped and rolled into the river Inn yesterday evening. How did I deal with this? I sacrificed a polarizing filter (couldn’t find a photo supply store, strangely). […]

Chef, Please Pack Your Knives and Go

Well, I made it to Innsbruck. I really enjoyed my time in Bolzano, and am glad I took the time to go there. In fact, I almost didn’t go because I was concerned when I planned the excursion that it wouldn’t feel Italian enough for me. As it turned out, even though I had read […]

Just Wondering if the First “F” in French Fry Should Be Capitalized

It’s Monday, and I just found out I can go downstairs and get 15 minutes of free wifi, so I’ll get this typed quickly so I can get everything up to date. I’ll try to get the pictures posted as well, but no promises, as that can be more time consuming. …Anyway… Got up this […]

Even Yoda Might Be Jealous

I got to Bolzano around noon, dropped off my luggage and immediately went to have gelato. It was blissful (for those wondering, I chose gianduja and pistachio). Only after sating my gelato craving did I go to see Ötzi. He’s been dead over 5,000 years now, and doesn’t look that bad, all things considered. Heck, […]

Why It Always Rains at the Renaissance Festival (Homage to Mrs. F)

It’s raining today. There is something about rain and fog in cities that are as old as Salzburg and Florence. The weather carries the smells of years in a way that emphasizes their age and a certain degree of permanence. The city responds to the wet by saying, “I’m still here and won’t be quite […]