I want to spend a few days showing you some pictures.
On my first day there, we went to the Kreuzberg and yes there was still snow on March 27th. This is the mountain where I learned how to ski from my dad when I was 4 years old.
Franciscan monks have been brewing beer here for 275 years.
This is the inn where I remember having lunch as a kid between ski runs. The skis would lean against this window in the court yard.
Of course we stopped to have lunch as well!
Then we went for a walk through the woods, to the summit.
Back to the car and off to a lovely cafe where we indulged again...or at least my dad did (my mom and I always bring a gluten-free snack).