I just heard on the radio that 2012 so
far has been the hottest year EVER on record for the United States.
From over here in Europe, though, it was hard to believe stories
about no rain and weeks of 90+ temperatures. Paris, Germany, Belgium,
the Netherlands, Austria – everywhere we went rain seemed to follow
us.
This past week has made me a believer.
Ever since we entered Switzerland one week ago, clouds have cleared
and temperatures have soared and teenyboppers have strutted around in
their tiniest sundresses while Mark and I have hidden desperately in
the shade. Global warming summer is here.
And so we're outta here. Right now,
we're lounging in the air-temperature controlled Zurich International
Airport. Little Pepper is gone, our belongings reluctantly shoved
back into plane-friendly bags, and all that's left to do now is wait
for our 3:30 flight to Edinburgh, Scotland. Aufwiedersehen sunny
skies; 'ello rainy highlands.
When Mark last wrote, we had just left
Germany's rolling fields for the more dramatic slopes of Austria's
Cider Quarter. This did not, however, stop Mark from saying we were
in Germany for the next several weeks. “Hey Mark, what country are
we in right now?” Panicked gaze into the distance, several seconds
pause, and finally: “Switzerland... Nailed it.” *
Austria, once again, was amazing. To
borrow a favorite word of Philip/Witiwati, it was probably one of the
most amazingest parts of our trip. We hadn't even been there for 24
hours before we climbed a mountain, went swimming in their backyard
pool, and helped Philip, Petra and their 16 year old friend put on a
fire show for the local Tiki Bar. Kari Jones, I hope you are reading
this, because Mark Wessels totally did Nyah Cat's fire poi routine as
one of his acts. What did I do, you ask? Why, I held up one fire club
to help illuminate Philip and Petra's partner acrobatic act. Nailed
it.
Petra, Philip, Me |
Mark and me, really tiny in the distance |
Mark's excellent poi routine and even better Tiki shirt |
Our four days there were so packed with
activities that I'm exhausted just remembering them. Philip and Petra
aren't the type of people to spend their vacation days leisurely
lounging around the house. Instead, we went on rock climbing trips,
baked pies, worked on installing an elaborate porch awning, rafted in
the freezing Ybbs, did handstands in the hills, and watched their
backyard zucchini grow.
One rock climbing route had us at least
60 meters (180ft) above the ground, which was already part of a
mountain. Looking out from the top, you got an amazing post-card view
of Austrian countryside (assuming you could tune out your sweaty
terror long enough to enjoy it). Another rock wall we attempted was
much harder. I hung in my harness, defeated near the top, while
Philip (holding the other end of my rope) yelled “Fight! Fight!
Come on, fight!” and refused to belay me down until I had attempted
the difficult spot at least 3 more times. It may seem supportive and
motivational now, but at the time, all I wanted to do was drop a rock
on his head. Mark, of course, attempting an even harder course to my
right, aced it like a little monkey goat.
View from the top of the rock cliff as Mark and Philip wave goodbye. |
Come Monday morning, we packed up our
things once more and said our heartfelt goodbyes. Five minutes later,
after Philip and Petra brought down the toothbrushes we had forgotten
and found Mark and me eating chocolate on the bench by our car, we
said them again.
It was wonderful to reconnect with
them, even for that short time. Today, they're flying to San
Francisco for a five week trip through Utah and Colorado, so if you
live in one of those 3 places and want to dangle from a rope or be
beaten ruthlessly in Dominion, let us know. We'll get you the hook
up.
After leaving the now familiar
Waidhofen hills, we performed for 2 days in Velden, a lake resort
town in southern Austria. The shows were mediocre, but we went
waterskiing, so there's that.
We had another 2 days to spare before
needing to be at another festival, so we used them to drive south to
Slovenia's Julian Alps. Swimming in Lake Bled, hiking through a
gorge, and jumping into Europe's cleanest river were lovely. Driving
up and down 1,600 meters in a tiny manual diesel car on a twisting
mountain road with at least 60 switchbacks was not. “Mark, I don't
know about this route – it looks like it goes straight up and down
the mountain and might be a little crazy.” “No way, it's going to
be fun.” Famous last words. Or at least famous last words before
the equally famous words: “I told you so.”
Slovenia, yo. |
Thursday evening found us in
Klagenfurt, a smallish town on the Austrian/ Slovenian border that
was hosting a street performing/music festival. As a street
performer, I generally HATE being at festivals with bands. They
perform on large stages with huge sound systems, while we turn up our
tiny Crate Street Cube to full volume and try to compete. Also,
people tend to get drunk pretty early, which makes our final trick a
little hard. So, once again, mediocre shows, but we got to ride the
bumper cars with our friends from Scooby Circus, so there's that.
On Sunday we took to the road again,
this time headed to Verscio in southern Switzerland to visit our
friend David who does NOT go to clown school.
It's almost time to board now, though,
so Mark will have to pick up the Swiss side of our story later. I'm
going to start thinking about which complementary beverage to choose.
Coffee is the classic choice, ginger ale is my go to, but we are
headed to Scotland, so
maybe...whiskey? Choices, choices...
*Also, for some reason, Mark has been
calling our Swiss Francs “Marks” this entire trip. Like
Deutschmark. Which are from
Germany, not Switzerland, and haven't even existed for 10 years
because of the Euro. He's unstoppable, though. “Where are we going
to change all our Marks?” I don't know, Mark. Good luck to you.
Drive a little rental car across the North American continent to whatever isolated corner I might be inhabiting and I'll show you a moustache experience. It's no Slovenia, but I'm going to Nebraska this weekend, so there's that.
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