Journeys for Knowledge

Today Philip and I started a bit earlier, and while the girls slept we slipped out to pick up some bread for breakfast. Little did we realize the festival from last night had a second full day’s worth of events, starting with the arrival of the local brass bands. Each town in the valley had a brass band, and one by one they marched into the town square to form a giant brass band formation. Needless to say all this tooting woke up the girls, and soon we were on our way for another outing.

Today we decided to visit another glacial lake, which was more deeply tucked in the mountains. This time I decided not to go into the water, though that did not stop my friends from jumping into the ice cold water. Instead I simply took in the surroundings, including the local llamas. We had a quiet night that evening, just relaxing and talking. The next morning we had to drive early to Innsbruck, so I could catch my flight back to London. It was a very short trip, and it was tough to say goodbye to my friends, but it was well worth it. Mountains are in my blood, so even if my travels take away from them, I’ll always find my way back.

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