On our first day in the Tirol, we walked around the local villages – Brixen im Thale, Kirchberg, Kitzbuhel. They were just as beautiful as I remembered. Farm houses of dark carved wood. The pastel pink Brixen church with its picturesque cemetary. Brightly painted Kitzbuhel shops.
In Brixen and Kirchberg, I found all our old haunts. The 'Club Habitat' hostel I stayed in while trying to find a job (and where I met Jane & Elizabeth, my accomplices in Austria). The cafés where Jane and I got fat on hot chocolates. The bar where Elizabeth picked up Frank. The hill my face planted into when I fell off the toboggan. It seems like only yesterday...
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