Following my four week fest of all things Italian, I headed up to Innsbruk, Austria where I participated in mountain-gazing, Christmas-market-strolling, and cake-for-breakfast-eating. Yep, the hostel I stayed at is run by the same family that owns the bakery downstairs. People who stay at the hostel get free breakfast at the bakery to the tune of, "Guten Moren, have some rolls, and jam, and cereal, and coffee...and a piece of chocolate cake." Buzzzzzzz.
Innsbruk
Well, after three days in Innsbruk I went to Stuttgart, Germany to meet up with my mom. On the way there, some friendly scientists nominated me for the Nobel Prize. It seems that my suitcase (aka "the beast") recently achieved the status of the densest object ever to exist on planet earth. Scholars everywhere are now pouring over the writings of Nostradomus to see if he may have mentioned Crazy Monica and her Black Box of Doom on wheels.
Somewhere between my arrival in Stuttgart and the eventual return of sensation in my right, "beast-hauling" arm, Mom and I departed on a contemplative gallop around the Christmas markets in Southwestern Germany. Yeehaw!
Ma and I living it up with a couple mugs of Gluhwein and a wurst sandwhich at the Dinklsbuhl market.
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