It was the mountain opposite of our hotel. It had disappeared!
Day 3: The mountain is gone 🤔 pic.twitter.com/SUG1sHpyAb— Barbara Meyer (@FumbiMcStupid) 19 de agosto de 2017
It was raining cats and dogs, even frogs! On the odd occasion cows. I wasn't too convinced that going out would be a good idea. As I discovered a day prior I was hopelessly underdressed. However, Barb not only supplied me with a jacket, she also reminded me that cars can drive in the rain as well.
"But in these torrents?" Yes. "With that wind?!" Yes. "And the fog?!" You only drive as fast as you can see. If it became unbearable we could always turn back. "... all right."
Barb elected - was elected - to drive ahead. This way if I'd suddenly stop seeing her car and hear a scream instead I'd know that the mountain ended there ... er, what I meant to write was: her car isn't black hence it's easier to follow in the fog.
still there |
Suddenly, we were above the clouds. And because the weather on the alps is what I call "properly weird" the clouds cleared within a minute and I had the most stunning view of my life:
beautiful |
oh, and a bunch of sheep ...
What I learned is that you should never let the weather hold you back! Don't stay hidden in your room because of a drizzle. Put on your jacket (read: your friend's jacket) and head out into this big wide world!
Meanwhile, Barb learned that my ability to take photos on cobbled roads is not a skill but a gift ...
it's not as easy as it seems |
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