01/27/2020... So Zauberhaft, that even pictures fall short (Austria, day 8)

Thank you so much for waking up. It may not have been 8:00, but I'm not looking at half an hour.

Rap out, despite the only four hours of sleep, but I wanted to get a lot out of my day. You could have that urge. I wanted to go back to Werfen anyway.

Yesterday I had spoken to the waitress during my dinner, who turned out to be Dutch. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to talk to me long, but I did ask her to adopt me. She laughed hard. She wanted to, but she only had a small cottage, and when I suggested a tent in the garden, she had a faint excuse that there was a lot of snow. Yeah, uh, you don't have to sleep there anyway! But she didn't think it was a good idea, I guess. Actually, she didn't want it. I'll listen between the lines, you know.

And because I missed Werfen in daylight of course, she said it was really beautiful. So I go to Werfen. And as I thought I saw. The road is breathless beautiful from Golling to Werfen. I was alone on the road. It was obviously Sunday. I don't think they want to go by, because I refuse to tear these roads as hard as the Austrians do. I often, when I get the chance, get out of the way, so I can go back to the side again and I can continue quietly at my own pace. For them, the road is normal, but I find nothing ordinary in Austria when it comes to the surroundings.