The Dragon Boss took his first trip to Neuschwanstein yesterday as all 9 month old children should, skipping in and out of Austria along the way to make it three countries he's visited though, thanks to Jean Monnet, his passport only shows two.
He saw Pumpkin arrive, as welcome is too strong a word, because though he came bearing gifts of pecans, chocolate and an English duck, TDB still hasn't smiled at the dark-haired man.
Papa, Uncle Margarine and I treated him a little better, though, as we got what will most likely be our final day of skiing in today, at Garmisch-Classic. We spent most of the day on the famous Kandahar run that goes from near the top of the mountain all the way into town. The 770 meter elevation drop, spread over 3km of trail, took us from heavy snow on top to rain at the very bottom, which made for some very tired legs, forcing first Papa, despite his lunch of animal lard on schwarzbrot and then the 3 of us to call it a day just before the last lift closed.
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