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Graz

September 5/08 Friday

I’m OK now. Not looking forward to tonight in case I have the same panic attack.

We walked around the corner with our dirty clothes. It’s amazing how fast dirty clothes pile up. Would you believe, it cost us 110 Euros. Holy! Next, I wanted to find a nail salon. The girl in Mississauga did a crappy job and my nails look stupid. We found out that Milla on Annestrasse was the best in town. It will have to wait till Monday. No time today.

We walked to the Schlossberg and took the rail to the top. Got some great shots en route. We walked and walked, most of it uphill, it seemed. We sweated. Neither of us have been dry since we arrived in Vienna. Every day has been sunny and hot. And nobody but nobody has air conditioning. We admired the view and took a lot of pictures. We are very happy. We then had a beer in the garden and enjoyed the view. Charlie is in heaven, being such a history buff and now walking on history.

My favourite part is the old city. I was hunting for that Turk that I had in my mind. We couldn’t find him. I asked and asked and finally found someone who could tell me. We walked up a 45 degree slope. Everything here is sloped. The natives run up and down like it’s nothing. We struggle. Anyway, we finally found the Turk but I swear it’s not the same one.
We got back to the hotel and had dinner. Prices are very good. Meals are wonderful.

Sept. 6 2008 Saturday

I’m happy to say I did not have a panic attack last night. I had taken a sleeping pill, so maybe that’s why.

We’ve moved to the apartment. What a treat. Huge bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a patio. Helga paid us a visit. She had wanted to come earlier but we were in the midst of moving into the apartment and so asked her to come later.

She arrived and we went straight to the old city. I wanted an edelweiss and the girl looked high and low until she found it. Next, she went looking for a certain chocolate. We waited around for her until she emerged. She is so sweet and she’s let her hair grow quite long – it really suits her. We went to a very nice restaurant in a courtyard in the old city. It was wonderful. Of course, I can’t remember what I had. Charlie claims he had soup and I have no proof.

We walked about and went inside some churches. My feet hurt. I’ve never walked so much in my life. Got back to the hotel and ordered beers. Around 4 or so, Helga had to leave. She had parked her car outside Graz and took a tram because she is afraid of driving in Graz. Tomorrow at 4PM someone will pick us up and take us to their house for dinner. That’s according to Helga. We’ll see what happens.

September 30th, 2008 Posted by Lugatz | Adventures | no comments

The Eagle’s Nest

September 4/08 Thursday
Last night I fell fast asleep and had a real sound sleep. Woke up at 4:30, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Charlie woke at 7 and got dressed. I have to say this, the breakfast buffet was excellent and the coffee was exquisite. We left out baggage in the baggage room and headed for the market where we bought the tour tickets. I won’t say any more about the entire Eagle’s Nest experience except to say it was worth every penny and more.

They have between 250,000 and 300,000 visitors each season. To keep the record straight, Hitler never spent a night here. It was strictly for meetings and to be somewhere quiet. It was given to him as a present on his 50th birthday by the party. Geez, I even saw one guy in a wheelchair. Smacked of a pilgrimage. It was wonderful to say the very least. It’s way up there in the clouds. The changing of buses was my first clue. They are state of the art and everybody is talking on a cell so as to avoid each other on the way up. The buses are equipped with special brakes due to the steepness and the ess curves.

After getting off bus number two, we are escorted through a long tunnel, then into a brass-surround elevator. When you get off, you have arrived. You walk through a dining room and then outside. The view is breathtaking. The walk up to the cross is tough – straight uphill. I had an asthma attack and had to stop and use my puffer. After a few moments, I was OK to proceed. Charlie who had been smoking since the age of 14 and only quit a few short years ago, is like a mountain goat. He wasn’t even breathing heavily. Goes to show you, if you’re going to get it you will. If not, you won’t. End of story.

The worst thing I could say about the tour – it was nowhere near long enough. I could have spent all day at the Eagle’s Nest. Instead, we were only given 30 minutes. Then we had to leave to let the other tours through. After we came back down to Berchesgaden, we had lunch. We also bought a book on the Eagle’s Nest and then it was time to leave.  Total length - 4 1/2 hours.

A word to the wise, if you’re going to visit the Eagle’s Nest, be prepared to be soaked. OK the cost isn’t bad - €50/person but the accommodations are expensive. I mean, this is the city of tours, besides Eagle’s Nest, there is the Sound of Music Tour, the Salt mines Tour, the Kőnigsee Tour, to name a few. All the tour guides speak perfect English along with several other languages.

When we were back in Salzburg, we got our luggage from the luggage room and walked to the train station where I bought 2 first-class tickets to Graz. 1st class is definitely better. Much bigger seats and not so many people. I bought a cheap telephone to use in Austria from T-Mobile. I called Fritz to say we’re on the train.

What a great country. You can smoke in most places. If not, there is a sign to say so. I guess they figure people are responsible enough to make their own choices. They do not have a Nanny government. That’s what I call a democracy. It’s more than a one vote thing – it’s a whole philosophy of personal choices. It works for them. Hell, in Slovenia, the gas station beside our hotel had a lovely cafέ with a bar. You could have a drink if you wanted. I never saw anyone drunk – that would show a weak character and they would not tolerate that. Personal choices, that’s what democracy should be.

September 30th, 2008 Posted by Lugatz | Adventures | no comments

Berchesgaden

September 3/08 Wednesday

Hansi came to pick us up at 7AM to drive us to Lubljana and train station to Salzburg. We had breakfast at McDonald’s. Sure is different from home McDonald’s here. It had a cafe feel with nice tables and chairs. Awesome coffee and they brought our Big Mac’s to the table. I bought tickets – 2nd class - I thought I’d try it out. After all, we’re not going far. Hansi stayed with us until we boarded the train. What a guy.

There were a group of of students on the train. I am guessing they were going to Munich to school. They were cute and full of giggles. We had a hell of a time lifting those big sucker suitcases on the rack. The train ride was nice. Very scenic. Charlie had not seen the alps before this. He was in awe - in total awe. I was glad we had the opportunity to see for ourselves. I used to tell him about the high medows and how the Rockies didn’t have them and that Alpine country was far different. Now, he saw for himself.

When we got to Salzburg, Charlie had the bright idea to walk to the hotel from the train station. It must have been 90F. We were sweating buckets. My feet hurt and I was mad at him. Got into hotel. What a rip-off. The room was so tiny, it was giving me claustrophobia. I nearly tripped over the step to go into the bathroom. Never mind. It’s only one night, €140. What a rip.

We were right pissed off but decided to go outside and look for a place to eat. We found one – The Pitter Keller. €46.80 and worth every penny. We felt better then. It was lovely, a courtyard with a canopy of trees. Really lovely. Tomorrow is the Eagle’s Nest Tour. That’s why we’re here.

September 30th, 2008 Posted by Lugatz | Adventures | no comments

Niagara Falls 5K

Oct. 26/07
Charlie and I were watching TV when I thought I heard a knock at the door. I ran to see if it was who I hoped it was. Yes, Arnold stood there so tall and slender. Oh my, he looked wonderful. The coat he could hardly close the last time I saw him wear it was way too big on him now. The shoulders hung down and he could wrap himself in it.

We had a light dinner and away we went. It was so great – just the two of us heading to Niagara Falls and getting ready for the 5K on Sunday. It was raining all the way to Niagara. It was dark, of course. We had such nice chats that the miles slipped by quickly. We got to the Best Western Fireside Hotel at around 9 PM, unpacked and went out to shop for supplies such as water, nuts, orange juice, etc. He takes a lot of stuff. All kinds of protein bars and pills for this and that. I’d never seen so much stuff. We then set up the table in the room as food/drink table and proceeded to get ready for bed. Well, by the time we turned on the TV it was after 10 and we watched Leno. I fell asleep after a while, and woke up around 5:30. I couldn’t sleep anymore so decided to have a shower, make coffee and check my email. I thought I was being quiet but I guess not quiet enough and I got a scolding from Arnold later. He needs his sleep to be in good form for the race.

Oct. 27/07
When he got up at around 7, we proceeded out towards the Falls, parked the car, and he took off jogging. I hung around for a while, then walked up the stairs to the “Secret Garden Café” I wanted to know where the registration was being held for the race. Well, I discovered it was the big Casino Hotel right across from the Horseshoe Falls. I walked back down and in the meantime about an hour had passed. But I looked and saw Arnold jogging towards me.

We drove back to the hotel, he bathed and dressed and we headed back to the Casino. We saw this restaurant inside. I don’t mind telling you, I was hungry. By this time, it’s about 10. Arnold was hungry too. We ordered. He had an eggwhite omelet with smoked salmon and spinach. This huge platter arrived with the best home fries ever and 4 pieces of rye bread AND peameal bacon. I ordered the French toast but wanted to know if I could have softly scrambled eggs too. She said yes and came back with two platters. Oh my. I looked in amazement but poured the maple syrup over my French toast and proceeded to make a pig of myself. Arnold didn’t even finish his omelet and had some of the toast without the butter. I was very impressed. He didn’t touch the bacon. Well, you should have seen me polish off the eggs and French Toast. I had a little of his home fries but was not able to manage the bacon so I asked for a doggie bag, leaving Arnold really embarrassed.

We then went for the registration and he shopped for stuff. There was great excitement in the air. Lots of runners buying lots of things. Everyone was pumped. Arnold went for a massage. I walked out to look at the scenery. God, it was so beautiful from where I stood. Music was playing outside. Every pillar and post had music coming from it. Everybody looked so happy.

I went back in to where we had agreed to meet. We decided to go back to the hotel and unpack things. By that time it was about 1pm and he wanted soup. So back we drove, and this time we parked in the duty-free lot. We walked over to the Hard Rock Café and sat down. He ordered Artichoke Dip and soup. I had most of the dip although he did have some. OK, time to go back to the hotel and relax. We walked to the parking lot and got in the car.

Wait! We couldn’t find an exit. Where we came in is only for Entrance. Where is the Exit? We followed a van, figuring he knew where he was going. We figured we’d do a U-turn and proceed to the hotel.

Wrong! We had to go to the US before we could do a U-turn. Well, the guy at the border asked us all these questions. We had to do some real talking before he gave us the OK to proceed. He said we had to go through and turn around somewhere and come back. We did that.  At the first light, we turned right and made a quick U-turn. We hung a left at the lights and headed back to Canada. We had to pay $3.50 toll to get on the bridge. Next we proceeded to customs where a very attractive young woman gave us a bit of a third-degree. She asked how long we had been out of Canada. Arnold answered “about a minute and a half”. He then went on to explain what happened and made sure to tell her we made a legal U-turn, to which she responded with “I don’t care what you did over there” and she said to go ahead. We laughed at our stupidity and headed back to the hotel. Hey, but it was pretty good.  We parked for $3.50. But we wouldn’t do it again.

That night we were to go to a “Pasta Party”. Arnold wanted to rest a bit first. When we got the party at the Casino, most people were already seated. It was a huge banquet hall.  We gave our tickets, grabbed a couple of plates and piled on salad, legumes, and pasta. It was great but I know that runners are supposed to fill up on carbs the night before a race. We then sat down at a table of very nice people. We ended up talking to the folks from Ohio. He was 39 and weighed 119 lbs. He was running the marathon the following day. We had a nice conversation. They were a very sweet couple.

After dinner we had a very inspiring speech from the founder of the “Running Room”. He was terrific. He introduced people from various parts of the world. As I sit writing this, I remember that my son listed his residence as Mississauga and, as a result, did not get introduced as a person who traveled far to come to this race. After the speeches and the slide show, we bid our farewells, everyone wishing everyone else a good run the following day. We got back to the hotel and got ready for bed. I was asleep shortly after 8PM.

Oct. 28/07
I woke up at about 6:00 feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed. I lay there not wanting to wake Arnold. After all, I had received that lecture about how important it was for him to have his sleep. He stirred about that time swearing that he hadn’t slept all night. He then got up and dressed and went out to feel the cold. It was about 38 Fahrenheit.

Meanwhile, I showered and dressed. I had coffee and was ready for the day. He came back and said he was going to wear his cold weather gear. He looked great. We got in the car and drove to the first set of parking spaces. He had actually wanted me to drop him and then park the car but I’m not insured to drive his rental, so I refused. As a result, he said he’d go on ahead. I said sure. So there I was – a heavy purse over one shoulder (because I had 2 full water bottles in it), my camera bag on my back and my tripod in my hand. I was mother, the pack mule.  I followed him as long as I could see him. I had no idea I’d be walking so far. At times, I lost sight of him. At times, I spotted him.

All at once, he was gone. I thought he might have boarded the bus I saw him by. I walked and walked. When I got to the bus, I got on thinking I’d find him there. It turned out to be a bus full of Oriental tourists. Even the bus driver was Oriental. He said. “wrong bus – wrong bus”. I got off. I kept walking, once in a while asking people where the 5K started. Most didn’t know. I looked at my watch. It was 9AM. Next time I looked, it was 9:15. I kept walking. I spotted a couple of girls jogging and asked them where the 5K was. They pointed the way. I kept going and pretty soon, I saw the tents and the people and finally, Arnold. It was 9:20. He was delighted. Hell, I was delighted.  He took off his top shirt and handed it to me. I looked for the place where they would be starting and finally found it.

October 30th, 2007 Posted by Lugatz | Adventures, Wonderful | no comments

Chaa Creek Rainforest Reserve – Wildly Civilized

You can say that again.  Ah, Belize, the name sounds exotic, doesn’t it? More exotic than its former name, British Honduras. Cold, clinical, matter-of-fact. No, make mine Belize. Better yet, make mine Chaa Creek Rainforest Reserve in Belize. A tropical Nirvana to ease our February blues and warm our snow-capped hearts. I was looking for a civilized jungle to chill out in, not just another hotel on a beach. To be specific, I wanted adventure travel. An adventure travel vacation is an active one and you’re not as likely to put on weight when you’re active.  Nobody wants to come home fat.  Furthermore, you have more fun and gather more memories when you’re doing things.

A little history here for those who care - from 250 to 900 A.D., the Maya built temples, carved fantastic artwork from stone and jade, made astonishing discoveries in mathematics and astronomy, and devised the most sophisticated writing systems in the Americas. Like ancient Egypt and Greece, they morphed into something completely different. Where they once lived in large urban centres, today you will find them living mostly in small villages scattered around Belize. Times change. But I digress.

We were up to our eyeballs in sleet and snow, one weekend last February. I decided to grab my husband and whisk him off to Chaa Creek for a week in this Garden of Eden. What an experience. The week flew by. We could have stayed a month. We were so relaxed and happy there - just like we had been on our honeymoon, so many years ago. The accommodations are beyond beautiful. The food is gourmet all the way and, although not the cheapest place you’ll ever stay, it is excellent value for money. We took advantage of some of what the resort had to offer. To experience everything, you need a lot more time than a week. I guess we’ll just have to come back.

I accompanied my husband to the Mayan ruins. We spent hours there, walking, exploring.  It was exhausting but something we had to do while we were there.  The next day we went horseback riding. (We had quite the time getting him on his horse. He’d never ridden before.) It had been several years since I’d been on horseback so you can imagine that when we finally dismounted after a couple of hours of being bounced around on spirited steeds and enjoying the spectacular scenery, it took us quite some time to get our legs together. The attendants laughed. We laughed too while walking with bowed legs. Not to worry, a cocktail or two later, the stiffness dissipated.

At the end of each day, we traded stories with fellow guests while sipping wonderful concoctions created by our bartender, Raphael. We met some wonderful people. They came from around the world. A couple from Germany, another couple from China, still another from Oakville, which is like twenty minutes from us. Small world. Not only did we trade stories of our adventures du jour but we also learned a lot from each other’s lives. It was an experience of the body and the soul.

I am an avid photographer so I thought I’d died and gone to digital heaven.  At least there was no fear of running out of film.  I took thousands of shots.  I wanted to preserve this adventure as much as possible.  

I’m glad we did this although it wasn’t cheap.  I think I said that before, didn’t I? After all, we work hard all year; it is our duty to reap the rewards and enjoy the fruits of our labour. Life is not a dress rehearsal. 

October 9th, 2007 Posted by Lugatz | Adventures, Affiliate Advertising | no comments