Here Hiking Shoes, There High Heels

Finally vacation! My appointment calendar falls into the lowest drawer, my wife’s suitcase into the trunk. It feels like she has packed a load of bricks. In reply to my questioning look, she gives her own original melting smile.

Off on a trip of discovery, get set, go!

Vacation means to me not doing nothing, rather “doing something different than usual”, as my wife freely states it. And when she says that, then I see smiles of anticipation in her eyes and my heart leaps aloft. Just like those bricks in her suitcase that turned out to be romantic novels, thrillers and phantasy books, the “something different than usual” takes place in her imagination. Outside on the lounge chair with sunglasses, a cool drink and a hugely satisfied grin on her face.
To each her own. I am drawn to the outdoors and my daughter is a chip off this ol’ block. Off to adventure in the hiking shoes! First we check out the new hiking trails that pass right by the Pranzagerhof near the Earth Pyramids leading to the most beautiful spots and paths on the Renon plateau, called Ritten in German. By the time that my young lady has greeted every daisy and counted every earth pyramid, we are best off heading back to Oberbozen with the narrow gauge railway in order to get home before nightfall. Good that we had the RittenCARD on our first tour! It includes ticket prices and excursion enthusiasts like us can save a lot of money: the RittenCARD is accepted nearly everywhere as ticket or as entrance fee.
Off on a trip of discovery, get set, go!
Between Dumpling Art and Avant-garde.

Between Dumpling Art and Avant-garde.

My little daisy-lover makes a face. Mama finally looked up from her books and has decided for her – and for us as well – that today would be ideal for a shopping trip along with a visit to the museum in Bolzano. My daisy-girl finds that cities are everywhere, but animals are only where you go to them. She’s right of course, but the unique alpine-Mediterranean mixture of Bolzano has its own individual charm …
Suddenly there is a knock on the door and the girl from the neighbor’s apartment rushes in to share with us the news that they are off to Wolfsgrubner Pond for a boat ride, swimming, ice cream, pizza in the evening and so on; could our daughter come along and then spend the night? Mama looks my way, again with smiling eyes. This time the smiles are all for me and the expectation of drinking coffee alone together on Walther Square, window shopping as long as we want and finally looking at art with no rush, perhaps going somewhere in the village – and our little one is already packed with her swimming gear. “Ciao!” and she is gone.

Stefan, 39, from Stuttgart
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