in bavaria, sunrise and sunset cast the most divine shadows and light over the alps. each thrilling combination is thrillier than the last.
i was zoomed in way too much on my iphone in the photo above, but even the grainy outcome doesn’t detract from those colors, that light.
i was in heaven out on the balcony in the evenings writing in my travel journal and making sketches. oh the utter delight of slow travel.
one day we lingered over lunch at this old inn on the banks of the kochelsee about 30 minutes north of wallgau.
a rosy pink sunset by the isar river. i luxuriated in the peace and quiet.
the older i get, the more distracting and upsetting i find the the noise of city living.
as i overheard a man say once, “i love people i just don’t want to see or hear them.” or busses, cars, leaf blowers, barking dogs, hammering, welding, firecrackers.
wind water rain birds bees purring maybe a few soft voices from far away once in awhile so you know you aren’t the last homo sapien on the planet.
one reason we chose this particular region of bavaria is for the storybook lüftlmalereien or traditional bavarian frescoes which are painted on many of the facades of both houses and public buildings. the paintings have been an integral part of village life in this part of bavaria for centuries. they tell stories of traditional life, customs, and deeply held religious beliefs.
wallgau, the village where we stayed had the lüftlmalereien everywhere you looked. one building after another had incredible alpine scenes adorning every surface.
this is an old tradition that is maintained to this day by artists who continue painting these fairytale-like scenes on the buildings of their towns in this part of bavaria.
they were literally everywhere we went. it was such a pleasure to walk by and study them up close.
as if that weren’t enough, most of the buildings had hand-painted gothic blackletter signs.
have i mentioned the mailboxes?
everyday is a happy mail day if it comes wrapped in this kind of package.
there is a special thrill upon seeing another man or woman in traditional dress.
oh the carved wooden balconies and windowboxes!
i’m afraid i’ve run out of superlatives.
if you want to feel like you’re inside the pages of a storybook go stay in a small village in bavaria.
there aren’t hoards of tourists and you might feel like you have the whole place to yourself.
of course there WERE tourists, but since the ones we encountered seemed to be speaking german we felt like we’d tumbled down a rabbit hole of sorts.
a charming unhurried world in which to eat, drink, and explore.
oh the wonder of travel!
every bakery & cafe had dozens of assorted cakes. my favs were the ones featuring berries! carol loved the ones with poppyseeds.
we couldn’t stop staring at the alps. they were the stunning backdrop for every village we visited.
for once the coffee was perfect for me and not too strong. although back home i’m in the habit of black coffee, i indulged in light frothy cappuccinos in bavaria. nice and weak just the way i like ’em!
how about a plate of kaiserschmarren? a light, caramelized pancake made from a sweet batter using flour, eggs, sugar, salt, and milk, baked in buttah. oyvey!
oh how we made use of our balcony table! most days we had our breakfast & dinner right here while watching the light show in the surrounding mountains. i always had my binocs with me so i could spy on people walking on the nearby trails.
“it’s a couple! look like locals. definitely germans i can tell by their shoes! one of them just laughed really loud. they’re looking up into that tree. look there’s a cat in the meadow! that man is cutting his grass with a scythe! that woman has a huge pink wig! you gotta see this!”
and on and on and on.
after awhile sister just ignored my running commentary.