If you look back at the last post, we took the weekend to adjust to the time change. The following Monday, we headed to Kirchdorf, the village that Markus grew up in. First we headed to Schlierbach, the private Catholic school he and his siblings attended. It is a beautiful place that looks more like a castle, set a top a hill, overlooking the town.
While we walked around the outside of campus, Markus ran into one of his old teachers. As they were catching up the kids and I checked out a beautiful fountain in a nice garden area. This is their version of a 'quad'.
We headed inside the school to talk to some of his other teachers and stroll around. Our first stop was the cathedral. This cathedral is where the catholic students had to attend mass (the nine or so Protestant students, Markus, his siblings and a few others, got to sit around while everyone else was in mass). The cathedral is decorated with ornate sculptures, statues, gold leafing on practically everything, even a glass coffin with a skeleton of one of the founding monks, which still gives me the creeps - thinking of a six or seven year old seeing a skeleton at school...no thanks.
ürstel at the Boathouse. Berner-Würstel, also known as heart attack on a plate, is so good...and so bad. It's cheese filled sausage wrapped in bacon, served with fries.
After lunch we played at the playground at the restaurant (so many playgrounds all over Austria)...
Jameson LOVED the zip line. Pretty much every playground in Austria has a zip line.
He squealed with joy EVERY time he got to this point...
We walked around the lake, spotted heaps of fish, picked heaps of flowers and blew heaps of dandelion fairies.
Next post : Lake Time