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Mutters, Tyrolia, Austria

Kirsten pointed out that it was not hard to take a perfect picture in Mutters, and she was correct, generally speaking, except that we woke up on Wednesday morning to find it raining. We had Titti’s breakfast, where we were politely scolded if we didn’t eat enough.

At breakfast we met Ed and Lydia, two Canadians from Toronto who were traveling together. They were just a few years older than us and were spending three whole months in Europe. Lydia’s grandmother is from the Cote d’Azur in France, which they were using as a base for their three-week excursion.

Kirsten, the Canadians, and I spent the whole morning chatting at the breakfast table at the house. We then ended up spending most of the day together.

After breakfast, which finally ended at 11:30 a.m., everything was closed in Mutters, which shuts down from noon to 3:00 p.m. The supermarket was open so we went and got some picnic items (97 ATS).

The only thing we could all agree on doing that afternoon was a hike, which took us about three hours. We covered the area uphill from Mutters, including the Natterer See which we stopped at. The hike was mostly on marked wilderness trails and roadsides, although we did do some instinctive cross-country travel when we found one of our trails ended.

After returning very worked out and very sweaty, I showered and chilled out for a bit. Later, Kirsten and Ed waled to the Italian place and bought a large pizza, which we all split. Kirsten and I paid them with out useless Innsbruck passes, which we had purchased on Tuesday for 23 ATS a piece. I washed down the pizza with a Budvar, the original Budweiser, a Czech import. It was a very tasty beer, with a similar but stronger taste than the American imitation, which is a bit more watery. Bud has been made for over five hundred years in Czech, a lot longer than Anheuser-Busch has been doing it.

We stayed up until about 11:00 p.m. chatting with our new Canadian friends and got another good night sleep.

I decided that while Kirsten was in Switzerland with Cornelio, which she was leaving to do on Thursday, I would travel to Prague by way of Munich, which is where I’m heading as I write this down. We agreed to meet in Zurich, Switzerland at 10:00 p.m., so that we can continue to travel together through Germany.