We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My photo uploading system is testing my patience today. Thus some totally random and disorganized trip pics, beginning with this Bavarian farm scene near the hamlet of Baernzell, not far from Deggendorf on the Danube, with the great Bavarian Forest in the background (which is now part of a giant Czech-German wilderness park system). From hilltops here you can see the Czech Rep. (which I still call Czechoslovakia).
More pics below the fold. I'll try to get better organized soon.
Typical hamlet in the Austrian Wachau Velley, which is fortunate in its Riesling microclimate. The less-steep hillsides are all Riesling vineyards:
Some of the gardens of the Schonbrunn Palace (I don't do umlauts on this blog) in Vienna, a Hapsburg vacation house, just before the rain got going:
A light lunch on board our ship. The meat on the left is roast suckling pig. Yes, I do like applesauce - and mustard:
I said these pics were random. This is the view from Freud's office window in Vienna:
In a kids' clothing shop in Melk, Austria. Kids and some adults do wear lederhosen.
A Viennese coffee and Coke break for me and one of my wonderful daughters before entering the Belvedere Palace to see the Klimts, Kokoshkas, and the Egon Schieles which really knocked us out.
Our river boat tied up in tandem on the quay in Vienna, a quick walk and subway trip to Stephansplatz.
A small, isolated farm on the Danube in the Wachau Valley:
Another Wachau Valley hamlet. Churches with the onion-topped spires, which we think look more like garlic:
I think this was the Rathaus in Passau. Very cool place to visit, Passau. Austria, near the German border, where the Inn River joins the Danube. At that point, the Inn is a bigger river than the Danube.
A young Rook on garbage cans in Vienna. He must have read that Vienna was recently voted the most gracious and liveable city in the world. Easy to see why, even for a Rook.
Two years ago, my wife and I sailed from Passau to Budapest on the River Empress - 9 days. My first trip to continental Europe and the most relaxing vacation I have ever had. The sights and the people we met along the way, from the crew and fellow travelers to the residents of all the cities and villages we explored were interesting, courteous and fun. The food onboard was outstanding and we had to force ourselves to get off the boat and sample some of the local offerings! We certainly saw our share of churches and castles as well!
What a way to travel! Highly recommended! Great pics that bring back many good memories! Thank you !
Your great pics have inspired me to look into a Rhine/Danube river excursion myself. I've always wanted to do one but never seized the opportunity - even when I lived in the UK and Europe (shame on me).
Whenever I look at German and Austrian farm- and woodlands, I remember my service days in the Canadian Forces, crashing around (what was then) West Germany on NATO exercises.
What always struck me was the Teutonic tidiness and precision of the landscape. The left edge of that manicured and pruned clump of trees was so exactly positioned on your German 1/50,000-scale tac map that you could almost do survey work from it!
After reunification, a trip into what had been East Germany was always revealing. The moment you crossed the former "Inter-German Border", the farms and the landscape somehow became that much more patchy and untidy.
I figured if that was what communism could do even to the meticulous habits of the Germans, my humble part in opposing it as a Canadian soldier had all been worthwhile.