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Wine

You don’t need a reason to taste this delicious drop.

Have a nice weekend.

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Meanwhile in Vienna…

As y’all know, we recently were vacationing in Italy, Bibione to be exact.

We were gone 17 days. One day before our departure our elevator (living on the 6th floor, or 7th of you’re American) was shut down for service repairs. Which was very delightful for me, now having to haul the suitcases down to the basement garage (6th floor up, so 8 floors total).

It was out of commission for one and a half weeks during our absence.

We later learned it wasn’t just serviced, oh no:
They replaced the hydraulics.

Before the replacement the elevator made a VROOM sound, when it was starting to go up, that you heard in the entire apartment!

Now that VROOM sound is gone. Now it is making a TOC TOC TOC TOC sound when going up. The entire length of the journey UP.
THAT YOU HEAR IN THE ENTIRE APARTMENT!

Fuck me sideways.

What hydraulics did they use? Second grade, second hand, salvaged from a scrap yard??

Jesus ascending Christ!

If you’ll excuse me, I have to break something…in the elevator…

A.

Returning home

This was the midway break we took. At Bodensdorf, viewing Ossiach.

The next morning, a bit on the foggy side.

Take care, A.

The exclusivity is gone…

Beach dunes where the resorts AREN’T

Well.

In a location like Bibione, there was no real exclusivity to begin with:

•There are more guest beds than people

•One resort hugs the other

•The beach is worse than an egg laying factory

•Glass refuse is collected at 10pm

•Without any knowledge of the local language (Italian), or English (second language), armed just with my native tongue (German), I could’ve gotten by.

But still. There was a tiny sliver of exclusivity.

So. I took a bike ride to the lighthouse, and then through the forest.

Insects sound foreign.

Smells are similar to the woods at home, but still foreign (coastal).

Sounds are generally foreign.

Then a trail lead off the beaten track.

A nice coast opened up, along a river flowing into the sea.

I hadn’t seen a car for what felt like AGES.

What do I see parked there?

A car.

A lone car, far from any (official) road.

Not only was it from my home country.

No.

From my hometown!

Some five hundred (547.5 to be exact) kilometers from home, away from the resorts, of the beaten track and the roads, through an abandoned village,

along a scenic coast (once the resort beaches were gone), what do I find???

The same fucktards I have at home.

The exclusivity is gone, lost so permanently it will never come back.

Thanks, asshole.
A.

Vacationers…

Standing on our hotel balcony, I hear a sudden splashing noise.

I take a look.

This German (!) Couple just parked moments earlier, and I had assumed to check in.
No. At least not right away.

They transported their canoe on their car roof with the opening up (!), no cover, not upsidedown like anyone with common sense would. (Hey, Germans hike through the Alps in sandals and flip flops, so what am I expecting?)

Now, it seems, that the rain somewhere along their route, filled the canoe with water, so that they had to stop and empty it.

Does he empty it with a cup, or something like a cup/bucket?
No.
Are they taking it off of the car roof, to empty it out on the ground?
No.

He’s using a sponge.
A fucking sponge!
Reach in, soak up, take out, squish, splash, repeat.

I’m out.
This is nuts. This is exactly the type of person that hikes in near vertical mountains with Flipflops on. The kind of person that is aggravated that the ocean is actually saltwater. Someone who thinks sunscreen is for babies, and then turns red as a lobster.

Once the canoe was empty, or emptied out enough, they took it off of the car and checked into the adjacent hotel.

Take care,
A.

Vacation post…

Currently we’re on vacation in Italy, Bibione to be precise.

Weather is awkward (more rain in two nights then in an average July, while nice and hot ask day long), food is really great (which I will pay penance for during workout once back at home), but the most amazing thing is the headwaiter

If you’re not an all inclusive vacationer, he treats you like a second class citizen. He’s ALWAYS there, no off day. And he’s a little … not clumsy per say, but comedically forgetful and preoccupied.

We told him our room number, so he could find our table.

Which he forgot during the conversation.
Twice.
Then he asked again, with the wrong room number, for confirmation of the beverage order. He seems always preoccupied, as if he was from a Louis des Funnes film, a caricature of a headwaiter.

But he’s real.

Hope you’re having a great time, take care, A.

Off to Italy!

Today we drove off to our well deserved vacation in Italy.

Take good care in my absence.

A.