Went to sleep with the cows mooing, woke up to the cows mooing.....kind of nice.
Jutta and I had breakfast together while the rest slept in. She runs down the street to bring home fresh croissants and bread to serve with cheese for breakfast. The coffee machine in the kitchen is a treat~you push in a coffee cube, put a cup under and press a button and voila! Espresso! Add lots of milk and a liquid sugar (kind of looks like Purell hand sanitizer) and the coffee is almost as good as my instant Cafe Vienna. Which, I have broke the habit of, never to turn back.
Next, we went for a "nordic" walk from the house thru nearby vineyards. Jutta uses poles, similar to ski poles, and makes long, sweeping strides, using her harms and shoulder muscles, as she walks. It is an exercise good for the upper body and back as well as the legs and cardio. Once I had the rythm, it was fun. We trekked along a rolling, paved pathway above the lake thru vineyards. The grapes had recently been harvested and you could smell the skins and seeds left over from the press, that were piled back on the vines as fertilizer. The fog was lifting, the sun shining thru and it felt great! Cold, clear, crisp, fall day.
Mikeal was our chauffeur for the day. He drove (fast, I might say) Molly, Pamela and I all over the area to viewpoints, nature trails and the grocery store! We went to a mountain top where you could actually see all three lakes from the top. We stopped at a castle in a small town, stopped to visit some distant relative who fed us hazelnut pie and tea, stopped to take pictures of stone fences and stopped to view the Alps from a magnificant point. We walked around a small lake and threw snowballs at each other, with the remnants of the seasons first snowfall. Now we must buy gloves and hats.
Jutta and Micheal and I went out to dinner that night. I wore my new "French" outfit and felt very stylish and hip in my boots:) Molly slept, trying to battle a cold, she missed out. We all ordered the specialty of the area which is a fish. Small fish. Like 4 inches. Each little fish is deboned and is a tender, almost sweet, white meat. These little fish were layed out on the plates in a pattern with maybe 20 little headless creatures, almost looking like a pasta noodle. Mikeal's fried, Jutta's in butter, mine in wine. They also served deer and other wild game. Jutta calls the deer "bambi" and the pigs "porks"....I love it.
I would go back and have the exact same thing.
Jutta and I had breakfast together while the rest slept in. She runs down the street to bring home fresh croissants and bread to serve with cheese for breakfast. The coffee machine in the kitchen is a treat~you push in a coffee cube, put a cup under and press a button and voila! Espresso! Add lots of milk and a liquid sugar (kind of looks like Purell hand sanitizer) and the coffee is almost as good as my instant Cafe Vienna. Which, I have broke the habit of, never to turn back.
Next, we went for a "nordic" walk from the house thru nearby vineyards. Jutta uses poles, similar to ski poles, and makes long, sweeping strides, using her harms and shoulder muscles, as she walks. It is an exercise good for the upper body and back as well as the legs and cardio. Once I had the rythm, it was fun. We trekked along a rolling, paved pathway above the lake thru vineyards. The grapes had recently been harvested and you could smell the skins and seeds left over from the press, that were piled back on the vines as fertilizer. The fog was lifting, the sun shining thru and it felt great! Cold, clear, crisp, fall day.
Mikeal was our chauffeur for the day. He drove (fast, I might say) Molly, Pamela and I all over the area to viewpoints, nature trails and the grocery store! We went to a mountain top where you could actually see all three lakes from the top. We stopped at a castle in a small town, stopped to visit some distant relative who fed us hazelnut pie and tea, stopped to take pictures of stone fences and stopped to view the Alps from a magnificant point. We walked around a small lake and threw snowballs at each other, with the remnants of the seasons first snowfall. Now we must buy gloves and hats.
Jutta and Micheal and I went out to dinner that night. I wore my new "French" outfit and felt very stylish and hip in my boots:) Molly slept, trying to battle a cold, she missed out. We all ordered the specialty of the area which is a fish. Small fish. Like 4 inches. Each little fish is deboned and is a tender, almost sweet, white meat. These little fish were layed out on the plates in a pattern with maybe 20 little headless creatures, almost looking like a pasta noodle. Mikeal's fried, Jutta's in butter, mine in wine. They also served deer and other wild game. Jutta calls the deer "bambi" and the pigs "porks"....I love it.
I would go back and have the exact same thing.
