(Wednesday, Sept. 16). Hotel Maximilian sits in a broad mountain valley just outside of Reutte. Across the road “kuhs” (cows to Americans) sat in a meadow chewing their cud and pondering deep, philosophical questions like “when am I going to get milked?” all the while using their tails and ears to swat away at pesky flies. Unfortunately for us, they’ve swatted them into the hotel and we’ve spent a good part of dinner trying to “off:” the little airborne pests. But the food was very good, and we had a quiet dinner with only a few other guests seated near us.
Except for the flies, the hotel is quite nice. We have a room about twice the size as the one we had in Munich (we could almost fall directly into bed and go to sleep after opening the door). Instead of 1.3 million Muencheners (plus tourists) racing back and forth in our “front yard”, we have only about 5,000-6,000 “neighbors” in our neighborhood. Regrettably, the weather was cloudy and damp today with the prospects for more of the same, probably the edge of a much larger storm was supposed to be knocking Italy on its ear.
